New Shit
Come in that bitch im flexing just like that
Too much water this shit like a ice pack
Ima take off but no scat pack
Straight new shit I hopped out the back
Im on sum shit you can't even stop me
Niggas gay just look how they watch me
Supreme bitch not no Versace
Go crazy yeah just on a fit
Bag on me you know that we lit
High fashion might rock me some rick
Rick & morty this shit come so easy
I messed around now that bitch wanna leave me
I told the truth she still won't believe me
Don't matter go get a new bitch
Keep grinding even when you get rich
Same team yeah shoutout Jay Critch
Im in the game yeah bitch can't you tell
12 watching tryna take me to jail
Smoking gas & you ask whats the smell
Coming through we getting lit tonight
You want beef then bitch its on sight
We high af on a 5 hour flight
New city you know that we going
Spittin bars you know that im flowing
Iced out got all my chains showing
New whip Im talking 350
Too fast it go like a semi
Sip hard we ain't sipping no Remy
All cash not asking a price
I get a bag & im not playing nice
2am be some high ass nights
Fuck with us its no 1 on 1 fights
New bag it hold more than a rack
She let me in & im breaking her back
She twerk good so I threw her a stack
New location you don't know where I'm at
Private spot you gotta park in the back
You fucked up & you don't know what happened
Young 2x he gone keep on snapping
Too much water this shit like a ice pack
Ima take off but no scat pack
Straight new shit I hopped out the back
Im on sum shit you can't even stop me
Niggas gay just look how they watch me
Supreme bitch not no Versace
Go crazy yeah just on a fit
Bag on me you know that we lit
High fashion might rock me some rick
Rick & morty this shit come so easy
I messed around now that bitch wanna leave me
I told the truth she still won't believe me
Don't matter go get a new bitch
Keep grinding even when you get rich
Same team yeah shoutout Jay Critch
Im in the game yeah bitch can't you tell
12 watching tryna take me to jail
Smoking gas & you ask whats the smell
Coming through we getting lit tonight
You want beef then bitch its on sight
We high af on a 5 hour flight
New city you know that we going
Spittin bars you know that im flowing
Iced out got all my chains showing
New whip Im talking 350
Too fast it go like a semi
Sip hard we ain't sipping no Remy
All cash not asking a price
I get a bag & im not playing nice
2am be some high ass nights
Fuck with us its no 1 on 1 fights
New bag it hold more than a rack
She let me in & im breaking her back
She twerk good so I threw her a stack
New location you don't know where I'm at
Private spot you gotta park in the back
You fucked up & you don't know what happened
Young 2x he gone keep on snapping
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