[ Featuring DC2Trill ]
Got all these hoes that I want, it don't matter
Takin' your fit, but I make it look casual
Build up a bitch, I'll make her look groovy
Do it so well myself, might sue me
This red so old, might put on some Ksubis
Pockets too stuffed, can't even fit loose leaf (Liwi)
That ho f*cked the old, not new me (that ho f*cked the old-)
Beat up these stoves, no time to post (beat up)
Who want the smoke? Shit, I'm dyin' to know (dyin' to know)
My daily tab be a dime or more (dime or more)
She was an eight, I done dimed the ho
Write her a verse, give me top, then ghost (top, then ghost)
Try this on ten like a knock at the door
Look at my cup, see a three or more (three or more)
Turn up my Sprite and I- (turn it up)
Turn up my Sprite and I turn up the bros
Spent three on jeans, my shades on froze
Ain't sweat a thing, I pay and go
I'm Balenci' down, I'm layin' low (Balenci', Balenci')
We dishin' pounds and buyin' more (dishin')
Got too many broads, eeny, miny, moe
All these foreign cars, we just push and go
I came in her face like Rubi Rose
Oh, oh (yeah)
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Uh, I'ma get in her mind, get in her back, get in her spine
Uh, uh, got me feeling like a fiend, pop some tags one more time
Uh, long live Chris King, I miss the fam, long live the guys
Uh, uh, all 2025, bitch, we live, we outside
Jump in that 'Vette and I'm speedin' it (speedin' it)
I'm crashin' out, I'm not rentin' it (not rentin' it)
Movin' around like the president (yeah)
I'm rockin' Yuri and Vetements (yeah)
Geeked up, sippin' on medicine (yeah)
I pray to God, I'm heaven-sent (yeah)
She trippin', she want me to bust in it (yeah, yeah)
I'm diggin' her vibes, I'm lovin' it (diggin' her vibes, I'm lovin' it)
I just made a hundred thousand, hit my dance
Uh, uh, y'all niggas broke as f*ck, could never be my mans
Uh, fall back and I stick to the code, woah, I stick to the plan
Uh, freak bitch and she touchin' her toes, ooh, I'm lovin' her stance
Uh, uh, I want some get-back for my brother
Yeah, I'm swingin' that motherf*ckin' cutter
Yeah, I'm super savage like no other
I got so high, I told her I love her
Opps outside, you know that I'm bomin'
Pull out the flame, got everybody runnin'
Pull out that chop-chop, tell me who want it
F&N bullets gon' rip through your stomach
Got all these hoes that I want, it don't matter
Takin' your fit, but I make it look casual
Build up a bitch, I'll make her look groovy
Do it so well myself, might sue me
This red so old, might put on some Ksubis
Pockets too stuffed, can't even fit loose leaf
That ho f*cked the old, not new me (that ho f*cked the old-)
Beat up these stores, no time to post (beat up)
Who want the smoke? Shit, I'm dyin' to know (dyin' to know)
My daily tab be a dime or more (dime or more)
She was an eight, I done dimed the ho
Write her a verse, give me top, then ghost (top, then ghost)
Try this on ten like a knock at the door
Look at my cup, see a three or more (three or more)
Turn up my Sprite and I- (turn it up)
Turn up my Sprite and I turn up the bros
Spent three on jeans, my shades on froze
Ain't sweat a thing, I pay and go
I'm Balenci' down, I'm layin' low (Balenci', Balenci')
We dishin' pounds and buyin' more (dishin')
Got too many broads, eeny, miny, moe
All these foreign cars, we just push and go
I came in her face like Rubi Rose
