I just ran a check on designer When I'm with your bitch, you won't find her Came up, guess I got good timing When you with your girl, she be silent When I'm with your bitch, she be screaming Fucked up a check at the Neiman's Bruce Lee, the way that I beat it Pussy niggas, I don't step in no weak shit Vv's, my neck, it be glistening all Don't bring your bih 'round me, I don't got no flaw I-I spent a check on designer When I'm with your bitch, you won't find her Came up, I guess it's my time in When you with your girl, shе be silent When I'm with your bitch, shе be screaming Fucked up a check at the Neiman's Like, I don't got no flaws Young and I'm rich but I don't got a job Can't even swim but I hopped on a yacht They counted me out, I said, "Fuck what you thought"
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you think Faygo and wok, it's mud in my drink Yeah, Faygo and lean, boy, you niggas green Can't fuck with the gang, can't fuck with the team Chopper to his face, I turn to him to vegetables Smoking my dough and I'm eating my edibles Your squad, can't fuck with the gang We trappin' on medicals I fucked the bitch and put her on a pedestal Ayy, I got designer on me, I got some fighter in me Ayy, I got designer on me, I got some fighter in me What you made last week, in a day We ball out, I was just tryna save Cold world, gotta pay for your own grave I act up, little boy, you better behave Put her on shots, like and one Young rich nigga, I am one (Yeah) Shawty wanna fuck 'cause I'm handsome (Yeah) Niggas talk tough with a handgun (Yeah) Tryna save up, get a mansion I have shit, now I got some (Got some) New boy on the block, new boy with a Glock All black fit like Gotham I got a bad ho, put on my roster My niggas aligning, it gon' smoke like a rasta I went from a bike, now I pull up my Honda This new bitch, she boujee, she want Benihana I ain't gon' buy no lil' bih no Benihana I just left the Sak's with my new Prada runners My blood really red, yeah, I die for them gunners They say it's more likely to die in the summer But, ay, I ain't gon' die in the summer
I-I just ran a check on designer When I'm with your bitch, you won't find her Came up, guess I got good timing When you with your girl, she be silent When I'm with your bitch, she be screaming Fucked up a check at the Nieman's Bruce Lee, the way that I beat it Pussy niggas, I don't step in no weak shit Vvs, my neck, it glistening all Don't bring your bih 'round me, I don't got no flaw I-I spent a check on designer When I'm with your bitch, you won't find her Came up, I guess it's my time in When you with your girl, she be silent When I'm with your bitch, she be screaming Fucked up a check at the Nieman's Like, I don't got no flaws Young and I'm rich but I don't got a job Can't even swim but I hopped on a yacht They counted me out, I said, "Fuck what you thought"
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