V!P
I'm with my twin yeah and we making deals
I said that I love her I hate her for reals
Now I'm counting my money and she tryna feel
Yeah I'm wearing my swag I ain't gonna reveal
Yeah I'm driving too fast in an automobile
Yeah ima stand tall I ain't never gon kneel
Finna make more bands than Shaquille O'Neal
I just got me a rolex and that shit is real
Not gonna cap I ain't going for nothin
Like fake ID in the club McLovin
I don't care about that no more
I don't care about this no more
Like who is you
You don't exist
What are you saying
Just look at my wrist
Yeah we up in this bitch and you know that we lit
Just look at that kid with his negative rizz
Like don't talk to me you ain't my friend
I ain't never wanna ever see your face again
And I mean every single thing that I just said
And ill do it again
And ill do it again
This ain't about you it's just a thread
I ain't even finna cap but it's leading to the bread (Bread bread)
Don't give a crap about what he just said (Said said)
Yeah (Yeah)
I got too much cheese on me like one, two, three
Lil homie in the club like VIP
Like two hundreds seats no opps on me
UK what up you got no tea
I'm tryna say mama I'm on TV
How har-how har-how hard can that be
I'm rolling with the gang like who is he
I said that I love her I hate her for reals
Now I'm counting my money and she tryna feel
Yeah I'm wearing my swag I ain't gonna reveal
Yeah I'm driving too fast in an automobile
Yeah ima stand tall I ain't never gon kneel
Finna make more bands than Shaquille O'Neal
I just got me a rolex and that shit is real
Not gonna cap I ain't going for nothin
Like fake ID in the club McLovin
I don't care about that no more
I don't care about this no more
Like who is you
You don't exist
What are you saying
Just look at my wrist
Yeah we up in this bitch and you know that we lit
Just look at that kid with his negative rizz
Like don't talk to me you ain't my friend
I ain't never wanna ever see your face again
And I mean every single thing that I just said
And ill do it again
And ill do it again
This ain't about you it's just a thread
I ain't even finna cap but it's leading to the bread (Bread bread)
Don't give a crap about what he just said (Said said)
Yeah (Yeah)
I got too much cheese on me like one, two, three
Lil homie in the club like VIP
Like two hundreds seats no opps on me
UK what up you got no tea
I'm tryna say mama I'm on TV
How har-how har-how hard can that be
I'm rolling with the gang like who is he
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Writer(s): Liam Censits
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