Falling
Sickfuckgustav
Yeah!
My hoes ain't got no manners they be rude as fuck
My plug got pharmaceuticals I'm suited up
At the function they assumption that I'm selling drugs
At the function they assumption that I'm selling drugs
GUSTAV living outlandish (I know I know I know)
I'm moving like a bandit (Coke residue on the stove)
She'd rather cry in a Maybach oh yeah yeah
I made it back and spent it on the same thing
Lotta blue faces
Beamer all black
Car seats Caucasian
Lotta off white
My fits turned racist
Falling for the money
I'm so monumental need a statue in my living room
No you not that influential, intellect ain't bulletproof
Yeah them boys is hot
But them niggas know my neck is cooler
I can't live without it, been about it
Thought you heard the news
Uyayiva!
My wardrobe is plush, the drip is a must
I come from the jungle, been sipping' this mud
I mix the Michael Kors, Balenci' and Dior
I mix the CDG with Yeezy and Vlone
Lotta blue faces
Beamer all black
Car seats Caucasian
Lotta off white
My fits turned racist
Falling for the money
I'm shitting on 'em got 'em pissed
Niggas ain't gotta like me uh huh
Eating sushi off a geisha
Feel like Kenny Kunene on God
Turned 'em all to fiends
Back for a re-up uh huh
Last man seen Jesus
He on a t-shirt right now
Damn, I think I'm too faded to drive
Stain on me, who the fuck is you to judge
Frames on me, all of these lights but get dark
Baby I'm tryna know is we fucking or what?
Yeah!
My hoes ain't got no manners they be rude as fuck
My plug got pharmaceuticals I'm suited up
At the function they assumption that I'm selling drugs
At the function they assumption that I'm selling drugs
GUSTAV living outlandish (I know I know I know)
I'm moving like a bandit (Coke residue on the stove)
She'd rather cry in a Maybach oh yeah yeah
I made it back and spent it on the same thing
Lotta blue faces
Beamer all black
Car seats Caucasian
Lotta off white
My fits turned racist
Falling for the money
I'm so monumental need a statue in my living room
No you not that influential, intellect ain't bulletproof
Yeah them boys is hot
But them niggas know my neck is cooler
I can't live without it, been about it
Thought you heard the news
Uyayiva!
My wardrobe is plush, the drip is a must
I come from the jungle, been sipping' this mud
I mix the Michael Kors, Balenci' and Dior
I mix the CDG with Yeezy and Vlone
Lotta blue faces
Beamer all black
Car seats Caucasian
Lotta off white
My fits turned racist
Falling for the money
I'm shitting on 'em got 'em pissed
Niggas ain't gotta like me uh huh
Eating sushi off a geisha
Feel like Kenny Kunene on God
Turned 'em all to fiends
Back for a re-up uh huh
Last man seen Jesus
He on a t-shirt right now
Damn, I think I'm too faded to drive
Stain on me, who the fuck is you to judge
Frames on me, all of these lights but get dark
Baby I'm tryna know is we fucking or what?
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Writer(s): I. Feni, T. Tlamane
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