Rip
I'm dripping in sauce I'm flexing like Gu Raz' with this LV Durag on me
I hit from the back. Now she want me to stay with her but I had to dash on her
I cannot cuff you. I don't got no badge on me just some clout and a bag on me
I'm wasting my money, I just spend a rack on this belt but these Balmains still sag on me
Make these haters Rest In Peace. When I step up on the scene
With my fanny on supreme and my belt on Louis V
Rips and zippers on my denim ain't no bhudda on my jeans
And I make these bitches shiver with my iced out cuban links
And these iced out Cuban links, blind them haters that keep peaking
Bankroll sticking out my pocket, that's what got these shorties leaking
Would've thought the bitch was SZA cause she want me for the weekend
Told her when I see the semen, you can't see me like John Cena
Bitch want that Martin and Gina, but I made her my Khalifa
I confused her for my wrist, I got em both on Aquafina
And my bands on NBA, so she go dumb like Jania
Then I pass her to the gang, they paint her face like Mona Lisa
Diamonds made that bitch yell Dang, I told her back up I'm not Johnny
And she all up on my jock cause she heard I'm gone be a problem
She know I'm dripping so she worried bout these niggas out here plotting
Said it's BB's on this belt can't say the same about this chopper
And I call the shit a thot because it got so my bodies
And my diamonds caught the flu so I sent my wrist to the doctor
These haters see a nigga stunting, heard they hot, let's make em hotter
These haters see a nigga stunting, heard they hot, let's make em hotter
I'm dripping in sauce I'm flexing like Gu Raz' with this LV Durag on me
I hit from the back. Now she want me to stay with her but I had to dash on her
I cannot cuff you. I don't got no badge on me just some clout and a bag on me
I'm wasting my money, I just spend a rack on this belt but these Balmains still sag on me
Make these haters Rest In Peace. When I step up on the scene
With my fanny on supreme and my belt on Louis V
Rips and zippers on my denim ain't no bhudda on my jeans
And I make these bitches shiver with my iced out cuban links
I hit from the back. Now she want me to stay with her but I had to dash on her
I cannot cuff you. I don't got no badge on me just some clout and a bag on me
I'm wasting my money, I just spend a rack on this belt but these Balmains still sag on me
Make these haters Rest In Peace. When I step up on the scene
With my fanny on supreme and my belt on Louis V
Rips and zippers on my denim ain't no bhudda on my jeans
And I make these bitches shiver with my iced out cuban links
And these iced out Cuban links, blind them haters that keep peaking
Bankroll sticking out my pocket, that's what got these shorties leaking
Would've thought the bitch was SZA cause she want me for the weekend
Told her when I see the semen, you can't see me like John Cena
Bitch want that Martin and Gina, but I made her my Khalifa
I confused her for my wrist, I got em both on Aquafina
And my bands on NBA, so she go dumb like Jania
Then I pass her to the gang, they paint her face like Mona Lisa
Diamonds made that bitch yell Dang, I told her back up I'm not Johnny
And she all up on my jock cause she heard I'm gone be a problem
She know I'm dripping so she worried bout these niggas out here plotting
Said it's BB's on this belt can't say the same about this chopper
And I call the shit a thot because it got so my bodies
And my diamonds caught the flu so I sent my wrist to the doctor
These haters see a nigga stunting, heard they hot, let's make em hotter
These haters see a nigga stunting, heard they hot, let's make em hotter
I'm dripping in sauce I'm flexing like Gu Raz' with this LV Durag on me
I hit from the back. Now she want me to stay with her but I had to dash on her
I cannot cuff you. I don't got no badge on me just some clout and a bag on me
I'm wasting my money, I just spend a rack on this belt but these Balmains still sag on me
Make these haters Rest In Peace. When I step up on the scene
With my fanny on supreme and my belt on Louis V
Rips and zippers on my denim ain't no bhudda on my jeans
And I make these bitches shiver with my iced out cuban links
Credits
Writer(s): Hollywood Bl!zz
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