Sky Dweller
Dam I ain't fold in a minute
I ain't been broke in a minute
Gimme the mic and i'll spazz on these hoes
Bet I'll bag your hoe in a minute
You ain't a thug man Admit it
Came from the Mud and we did it
Hoeegang the sky is the limit
Hoeegang the sky is the limit
My Rollie a sky dweller
My feet they margielas
Stella Mcartney denims
She see that the car a phantom
I gave her that slime venom
They wanna be my level
My bitch a disguised devil
Now I'm fucking on pink toes
Rocking a rose gold mink hoe
Audemar wrist gold
Told the bitch roll up my weed hoe
Huh huh whole lotta magazines
Yeah yeah money taller than Charlie sheen
I got pretty bitches on me
Wrist so cold it's feeling lonely
Ain't your dog I ain't your homie
All these rappers act so phony
Send my prayers way up high
Cuz we got drip and we got ties
Keep that pistol by my side
In case they really tryna slide
All my bitches really foreign
All my bitches will inform me
Ima sub-track all these people off my table if they ain't for me
Checked the rollie and its time
We gon make it we gon shine
I'm that Foreign Kid bitch not many of us come by
Dam I ain't fold in a minute
I ain't been broke in a minute
Gimme the mic and i'll spazz on these hoes
Bet I'll bag your hoe in a minute
You ain't a thug man Admit it
Came from the Mud and we did it
Hoeegang the sky is the limit
Hoeegang the sky is the limit
I ain't been broke in a minute
Gimme the mic and i'll spazz on these hoes
Bet I'll bag your hoe in a minute
You ain't a thug man Admit it
Came from the Mud and we did it
Hoeegang the sky is the limit
Hoeegang the sky is the limit
My Rollie a sky dweller
My feet they margielas
Stella Mcartney denims
She see that the car a phantom
I gave her that slime venom
They wanna be my level
My bitch a disguised devil
Now I'm fucking on pink toes
Rocking a rose gold mink hoe
Audemar wrist gold
Told the bitch roll up my weed hoe
Huh huh whole lotta magazines
Yeah yeah money taller than Charlie sheen
I got pretty bitches on me
Wrist so cold it's feeling lonely
Ain't your dog I ain't your homie
All these rappers act so phony
Send my prayers way up high
Cuz we got drip and we got ties
Keep that pistol by my side
In case they really tryna slide
All my bitches really foreign
All my bitches will inform me
Ima sub-track all these people off my table if they ain't for me
Checked the rollie and its time
We gon make it we gon shine
I'm that Foreign Kid bitch not many of us come by
Dam I ain't fold in a minute
I ain't been broke in a minute
Gimme the mic and i'll spazz on these hoes
Bet I'll bag your hoe in a minute
You ain't a thug man Admit it
Came from the Mud and we did it
Hoeegang the sky is the limit
Hoeegang the sky is the limit
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Writer(s): Joao Mendonsa
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