dolce & gabbana

Boss up if you tryna face this
Got a two toned watch yeah I'm talking faces
Screwed up like we made in Houston
We gon leave em' lit as fuck like I'm Johnny blazing
Yeah audemars piguet I gotta stand out
I'm moving cross Atlantic I got bands now
And we gon start a panic I got fans now
Gotta lace up teach em' how to stand down
Your girl asked me why my red bottoms bleed
Told her that's for every opp
That ever disrespected me got em
Circling the block and running up a team
Cus that lil boy he talk all big
But now he laying at my feet
My girl just told me that she into finer things
So I bought her new Versace now she in the magazines
And it's all the same like it's Mary Kate
But we just made more money than in Watergate
My lifestyle is in the top notch
Yeah the only weed I smoke is the cream of the crop
I came to the party in a droptop
Left from the party in a mother fucking yacht
Y'all can't even compete with me no more
My flow is freezing
And I been in the stu so long its been like seven weekends
Staying on my hustle and I'm staying on the defense
Stacking green in limousines and I make it look easy
Peanut butter Benz, hell yeah I call it Reese's
Swerving through my ends, undercover like I'm KC
I know I'm the shit, you could even call me feces
Quarterback blitz darkest tints you can't see me
When I'm off a bean call me Hercules
Lil Uzi Vert I'm staying on my Qs and Ps
Grease lightning on my tee rocking new McQueens
Like I'm BROCKHAMPTON I came in a new machine

My swag a little different don't do handouts
Dolce and Gabbana yeah I stand out
Got Dior on my mother fucking pants now
Hands down
You know that I'll be next up
My swag a little different don't do handouts
Dolce and Gabbana yeah I stand out
Got Dior on my mother fucking pants now
Hands down
You know that I'll be next up

Call me Drake the way I spend my
Money on like everything
Buying way too many things
That's the way it is
Me and Rali cooking in the stu
We making hits
Call me Travis this shit way too lit
I be taking hits
I be taking shots
I got shooters if you make a move
They'll get you dropped
I got mob ties
I got fucking chops
If you don't wanna be with Buddha
That's your fucking loss
Cause bitch
I don't do no handouts
Catch me if you can now
Driving fast at speeds you
Cannot even understand now
Cutting people off like a lamb house
People see me different cause
They see me drive a lam now
I'm in cali drinking Malibu
Bitch you got an attitude
I stand on my money now i'm seven two
If you talking shit i'm finna shoot
This ain't no interlude
I can't talk right now
I'm so damn high this ain't no altitude
I got so much money
Let's fuck up some commas
Bitches keep on calling
I don't want no drama
And i'm rocking Dior
Dripping brand designer
Took a shower spraying
Dolce and Gabbana

My swag a little different don't do handouts
Dolce and Gabbana yeah I stand out
Got Dior on my mother fucking pants now
Hands down
You know that I'll be next up
My swag a little different don't do handouts
Dolce and Gabbana yeah I stand out
Got Dior on my mother fucking pants now
Hands down
You know that I'll be next up



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Writer(s): Rohan Rali
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