No Hook
I'm at the top like I just built a shelf
That na try me, feel bad for his health
Look at my bank account, Bitch I got wealth
Stacking these chips they gon call me a well
I'm at top
I get the guap
30 gon' pop
That na drop
Beat made by Wap
She on my cock
Snap, crackle, pop
Na you soft
Yea, I got them rocks in my watch
I got the key so the street on lock
30k stuffed in my balmain sock
I get the pack and then move on the block
Yea, drip too hard might spill
Aim for the head, Bitch I go for the kill
Might go to Johnny and cop me a grill
Look at my sack and you see Hunnid Bills
Im having racks and I don't got a deal
These louis kicks they be hurting my heals
She tryna fuck she said I got a pill
Addys and Xannys the pain they gon heal
Ten gold chains Slick Rick
Papparazi always tryna get flicks
Colorful money yea I got a mix
Shot 24 now I only got six
I cannot go for the tricks
Give me one shot, I know I won't miss
Came in, you was smelling like piss
Wiped yo nose now I'm fucking yo bitch
Lemon drop in my blunt and it's lit
Having bars, Yea I'm having these hits
Yea, look at my fashion, drip
AK-47 buss at yo lip
Pour up the act and then I take a sip
Watch how you talking before you get hit
I need a bitch just like Ari she thick
Come and put that pussy right on my lip
Trench Coat
You still a hoe
Fear of God jeans, ain't nothing old
That na try me, feel bad for his health
Look at my bank account, Bitch I got wealth
Stacking these chips they gon call me a well
I'm at top
I get the guap
30 gon' pop
That na drop
Beat made by Wap
She on my cock
Snap, crackle, pop
Na you soft
Yea, I got them rocks in my watch
I got the key so the street on lock
30k stuffed in my balmain sock
I get the pack and then move on the block
Yea, drip too hard might spill
Aim for the head, Bitch I go for the kill
Might go to Johnny and cop me a grill
Look at my sack and you see Hunnid Bills
Im having racks and I don't got a deal
These louis kicks they be hurting my heals
She tryna fuck she said I got a pill
Addys and Xannys the pain they gon heal
Ten gold chains Slick Rick
Papparazi always tryna get flicks
Colorful money yea I got a mix
Shot 24 now I only got six
I cannot go for the tricks
Give me one shot, I know I won't miss
Came in, you was smelling like piss
Wiped yo nose now I'm fucking yo bitch
Lemon drop in my blunt and it's lit
Having bars, Yea I'm having these hits
Yea, look at my fashion, drip
AK-47 buss at yo lip
Pour up the act and then I take a sip
Watch how you talking before you get hit
I need a bitch just like Ari she thick
Come and put that pussy right on my lip
Trench Coat
You still a hoe
Fear of God jeans, ain't nothing old
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Writer(s): Kaleb Atta
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