VENG.

Pull up in a foreign and it's mine, I ain't renting shit
Glass house, everytime i ride, I ain't tinting shit
Put her out, she got on my nerves with all that hinting shit
Wasting time, know you hear my phone my clients hitting it
Do it on my own, so when it's finished I ain't splitting shit
Tell em come correct, cause if he don't, my angel split his shit
Diamonds hitting hard from every angle when you filming it
Put me on a song with yo favorite, bet I kill his shit
2 Cribs in the city, 1 I barely be in it
Shorty hella choosy, hope she know I gotta fee and shit
Chucky on lock, I'm still praying that they free da kid
Michael Jackson pound price, guranteed I'm beating it
She do anything I don't like, I delete the bitch
They know imma Mac, so I ain't never did no cheating shit
She be in my shower, while you texting tryna see the bitch
I'm making excuses when I finish, tryna leave the bitch

Brand new exotic, I ain't talking bout no bad bitch
Fuck around, watch how fast young hog get on some savage shit
We ain't come from nothin, now a days we really having shit
Ak gotta knife, after i shoot it, get to stabbing shit
COVID came around, smoke alone, I ain't passing shit
Hit the studio with a helmet, get to crashing shit
Weed so official, clientele don't even ask for pics
Before we hit the club, I tap Bj and I pass the stick
They know I been sick, before we start wearing these masks and shit
P back in the city got them bitches selling ass and shit
Really independent, I ain't never had to ask for shit
I just left the jeweler, put together a lil splashing kit
Put it on yo bitch, she won't stop with that harassing shit
I be out in Cali really shopping, just be grabbing shit
Top down, trunk full, I ain't even stash the shit
Both me and my cousin fucked on her, you can have the bitch



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