One of a Kind

She got that fire
Look in her eyes
Not afraid to die
Got the diamonds shinin from her wrist, she a dime
Know you can't afford any of this, you stay lying
Fake shit'll make her grab the stick, she hold the nine

Got the drip and money in the bank, one of a kind
Think you playin me with that shit, bitch best keep trying
When they pull up on you, won't see me, ain't got the time
Chanel and Louis make up my whole fit, designer lines

Pop a perky, get real high get real wavy
She look at me, sayin save me tryna play me
Lookin grimey like she dipped herself in gravy
Tryna get me to take her home, she in a daydream

Choppa in my shirt
Pull up, have you six feet in the dirt
Go crazy, yeah bitch I go berserk
We lit as fuck tho, and we put in work

I'm so high, always got my mind in the clouds
Always blowin loud, keep something close to a pound
Don't got the time, to worry bout these hoes there's too much money
Soon as progress shows they take as much as they can from me

She pop a bean, light a blunt and then we hit the club
Got a couple racks on just the pants, don't fuck with mud
Was havin a good time, this girl was showing me some love
But I really had to leave, cause I just ran out of bud

Got the racks, she know I got the stacks
And I keep the drip on me that's a fendi fact
When the homies get the green, better watch your back
And the beats by Playboi Beanz, so they always smack

Don't care where I ash it, he think I'm really gonna pass it
Yeah she poppin molly, getting sick up in the faucet
Don't do no more drugs except the gas, yeah I'm off it
Prolly still higher than you whole crew, never stoppin

Girl drop the beans, cop some trees
Don't forget a lighter, and come get high with me
If you don't cough then it's not quality
Gotta keep the gas cause my mind be crazy

Love how they call me lazy
Just keep stackin the paper let me be
Stay in my own lane but fuck with me and I'll swerve
Playboi headin to the top, you prolly heard



Credits
Writer(s): Sydney Colaw
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