Jumped up in this bitch in that Prtty~Ugly
(This shit crazy)
This shit crazy
Shit could get pretty ugly
Designer plug yeah they get it from me
Unemployed but still getting money
Shop a lot you get drip from me
We ain't talk a lot but she get dick from me
Louis Vuitton's when I'm shaded up
Hating but they still playing us
10 years in the making
Lot of pain renovations
Now I'm bouta go super saiyan
Gold blood pumping through my veins
Cold blood you stepped in my lane
I ain't the same bitch I innovated
Separated from the average baby
Might dye my hair blue like Hades
My Dior bag from the 80's
My bitch bad need a coupe Mercedes
Timeless shit your shit outdated
Hand in face I'm still gon make it
All my friends is bosses bitch
We don't do no baby wages
Shout Vic cause this beat outrageous
Diamonds dancing when I'm out in Vegas
Mexicano wearing gold Cubano
Got blood homies some crips n vatos
3 dots on my Celine goggles
Pop tags I don't pop no bottles
Call shots I don't take no orders
F*ck cops I just call my lawyer
You ain't fly you kinda sorta
Need a chain before I have my daughter
Need my lifestyle presidential
Paid my dues I got credentials
Swooped your bitch she essential
Never tripping cause we be flyin'
Different city different time
Took this world and made it mine
Made it mine
Yeah bitch I made it mine
Yeah bitch I made it mine (Made it mine)
Yeah bitch I made it mine (Made it mine)
Made it right on time
Made it mine and this happened, yea
They say stunting is a habit
But pull one stunt and it's tragic, yea
Go fund me for the casket
Danced with the devil got a lap dance
You know life's a bitch with a fat ass
Mo'f*ckas always asking where the cash at
Get some goals where yo plans at
Rent was due on the first and it's past that
But you copped off whites with the big tag
Got you thinkin' you fly but i've flown out
Been schoolin' y'all hoes since the first class
People hate the truth I don't sugar coat
Why all the lame niggas do the most
We ain't the same truth be told
These not house shoes
They Gucci loafs
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Jumped up in this bitch in that Prtty~Ugly
(This shit crazy)
This shit crazy
Shit could get pretty ugly
Designer plug yeah they get it from me
Unemployed but still getting money
Shop a lot you get drip from me
We ain't talk a lot but she get dick from me
Louis Vuitton's when I'm shaded up
Hating but they still playing us
10 years in the making
Lot of pain renovations
Now I'm bouta go super saiyan
Gold blood pumping through my veins
Cold blood you stepped in my lane
I ain't the same bitch I innovated
Separated from the average baby
Might dye my hair blue like Hades
My Dior bag from the 80's
My bitch bad need a coupe Mercedes
Timeless shit your shit outdated
Hand in face I'm still gon make it
All my friends is bosses bitch
We don't do no baby wages
Shout Vic cause this beat outrageous
Diamonds dancing when I'm out in Vegas
Mexicano wearing gold Cubano
Got blood homies some crips n vatos
3 dots on my Celine goggles
Pop tags I don't pop no bottles
Call shots I don't take no orders
F*ck cops I just call my lawyer
You ain't fly you kinda sorta
Need a chain before I have my daughter
Need my lifestyle presidential
Paid my dues I got credentials
Swooped your bitch she essential
Never tripping cause we be flyin'
Different city different time
Took this world and made it mine
Made it mine
Yeah bitch I made it mine
Yeah bitch I made it mine (Made it mine)
Yeah bitch I made it mine (Made it mine)
Made it right on time
Made it mine and this happened, yea
They say stunting is a habit
But pull one stunt and it's tragic, yea
Go fund me for the casket
Danced with the devil got a lap dance
You know life's a bitch with a fat ass
Mo'f*ckas always asking where the cash at
Get some goals where yo plans at
Rent was due on the first and it's past that
But you copped off whites with the big tag
Got you thinkin' you fly but i've flown out
Been schoolin' y'all hoes since the first class
People hate the truth I don't sugar coat
Why all the lame niggas do the most
We ain't the same truth be told
These not house shoes
They Gucci loafs
(This shit crazy)
This shit crazy
Shit could get pretty ugly
Designer plug yeah they get it from me
Unemployed but still getting money
Shop a lot you get drip from me
We ain't talk a lot but she get dick from me
Louis Vuitton's when I'm shaded up
Hating but they still playing us
10 years in the making
Lot of pain renovations
Now I'm bouta go super saiyan
Gold blood pumping through my veins
Cold blood you stepped in my lane
I ain't the same bitch I innovated
Separated from the average baby
Might dye my hair blue like Hades
My Dior bag from the 80's
My bitch bad need a coupe Mercedes
Timeless shit your shit outdated
Hand in face I'm still gon make it
All my friends is bosses bitch
We don't do no baby wages
Shout Vic cause this beat outrageous
Diamonds dancing when I'm out in Vegas
Mexicano wearing gold Cubano
Got blood homies some crips n vatos
3 dots on my Celine goggles
Pop tags I don't pop no bottles
Call shots I don't take no orders
F*ck cops I just call my lawyer
You ain't fly you kinda sorta
Need a chain before I have my daughter
Need my lifestyle presidential
Paid my dues I got credentials
Swooped your bitch she essential
Never tripping cause we be flyin'
Different city different time
Took this world and made it mine
Made it mine
Yeah bitch I made it mine
Yeah bitch I made it mine (Made it mine)
Yeah bitch I made it mine (Made it mine)
Made it right on time
Made it mine and this happened, yea
They say stunting is a habit
But pull one stunt and it's tragic, yea
Go fund me for the casket
Danced with the devil got a lap dance
You know life's a bitch with a fat ass
Mo'f*ckas always asking where the cash at
Get some goals where yo plans at
Rent was due on the first and it's past that
But you copped off whites with the big tag
Got you thinkin' you fly but i've flown out
Been schoolin' y'all hoes since the first class
People hate the truth I don't sugar coat
Why all the lame niggas do the most
We ain't the same truth be told
These not house shoes
They Gucci loafs
Writer: Abraham Arzate, Edward Posadas
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