VAN CLEEF
High as fuck in that wraith lil' nigga tryna reach to them stars bitch
I took off in a space coupe nigga bitch we headed to Mars bitch
Ran a check up in Dior race shoes, we be dodgin' them narcs bitch
If you slim wit' the fattest ass bitch, then I want all the parts bitch
Pull that Rolls to the front lil' nigga I ain't even gon park bitch
We be sippin' that purple reign nigga, we be sippin' that 'Hardt bitch
Bitch go pick out some diamonds & a bag, you ain't gettin' my heart bitch
Put that bitch in some baccarat nigga, better show me that arch bitch
Bitch you know I be mixin' up fashion, walk in Gucci wit' Louis on bitch
Sippin' drank & that pole on me nigga & I got my hoodie on bitch
I done put that ice on my chest & my heart got really cold bitch
Finna walk in that Somerset nigga, I done pulled out a silly roll bitch
I done got in my big boy bag, tryna fuck someone mom today
Do a trick in that wide body nigga, this bitch goin' all kinda ways
Swear to God every time I wake up, Money on my mind today
Don't come here wit' that rap beef nigga you know we ain't got time to play
Don't make no false move nigga, Ima sic that beam on yo ass
Ion' fuck wit' them groupie ass bitches, leave that shit on seen on yo ass
If that bitch go fuck another nigga Ima get that green on her ass
Hop up out of them suicide doors wit' them Balmain jeans on my ass
Ion want no Rollie nigga
Tryna get that Van Cleef wrist
I took off in a space coupe nigga bitch we headed to Mars bitch
Ran a check up in Dior race shoes, we be dodgin' them narcs bitch
If you slim wit' the fattest ass bitch, then I want all the parts bitch
Pull that Rolls to the front lil' nigga I ain't even gon park bitch
We be sippin' that purple reign nigga, we be sippin' that 'Hardt bitch
Bitch go pick out some diamonds & a bag, you ain't gettin' my heart bitch
Put that bitch in some baccarat nigga, better show me that arch bitch
Bitch you know I be mixin' up fashion, walk in Gucci wit' Louis on bitch
Sippin' drank & that pole on me nigga & I got my hoodie on bitch
I done put that ice on my chest & my heart got really cold bitch
Finna walk in that Somerset nigga, I done pulled out a silly roll bitch
I done got in my big boy bag, tryna fuck someone mom today
Do a trick in that wide body nigga, this bitch goin' all kinda ways
Swear to God every time I wake up, Money on my mind today
Don't come here wit' that rap beef nigga you know we ain't got time to play
Don't make no false move nigga, Ima sic that beam on yo ass
Ion' fuck wit' them groupie ass bitches, leave that shit on seen on yo ass
If that bitch go fuck another nigga Ima get that green on her ass
Hop up out of them suicide doors wit' them Balmain jeans on my ass
Ion want no Rollie nigga
Tryna get that Van Cleef wrist
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Writer(s): Devin Snipes
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