Gg

I put the reddest bottom on my toes
Sneakers always saying bleed bleed
Aint give a fuck about designer clothes
Until a nigga got flee flee
She want chanel so she could call her hoes
And tell them bitches bout me me
I wanna set up going on the road and blowing o's like gg

You know i cannnot get mad at ya came with my diamonds from muhfucking Africa
I was the last of the family i had to speed like a motherfuckin accura
Now im just lapping and lapping the race yea this sht aint no motherfuckin challenger
If she gon ruin my life then ima tell that bitch to hop in the passenger
I like the rudest hoes tell me her past im like cool to know
Fuck all the stats and the analytics hoe cus im hooping with the pros
Nowadays she not my shawty but she be bitching when im with the bros
Nowadays bitches be on me i wish they was on me when i was a joke
Now im the man in the mirror i figured out i never needed a vote
Dripping to lethal ima go get the M's flip that shit like evisu
Designer see through she told me that her ex nigga wish he could be you

Way that we rocking the bed you would've thought i came out with the Beatles



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Writer(s): Alhaji Barrie
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