BOY
Got some racks inside that duffle boy
Bottega my boots, I could step in that puddle boy (Yeah)
Granny calling my phone said, stay out of trouble boy (Boy)
Money all I want, I come out that gutter boy (Yeah)
They be doing too much, I'm that lil subtle boy (Yeah)
Stay down in the winter, show out in the summer boy (Yeah)
I ain't fighting a soul, get cut with that cutter boy (Yeah)
Got twenty two shots like it's no jumper (Yeah)
She think I'm cheating but she won't ask me
I run through hoes like a pro athlete
Trev benji got the gini gini's on the backstreet
I'm in New York City, said free Max B
Yeah I stay in New York, like a fucking taxi
Post my bitch, told my side bitch don't at me
Want the smoke, if you want it too, come match me
You get left in a stream, we go to valley
Alexander McQueen, I can't do the Bally
I pop out to the yams, no Tallahassee
I got racks in my pants, but they don't understand
These wasn't free bands
I been up for two days, just using my brain, I can't do a xan
High as a starship, beam me up Scotty
I slide to apartments, and leave out with a body
I'm fly, I'm a martian, a geeked up Prada zombie
Got these slick rick jeans, now she singing la di da di
Niggas calling, but I dub it, it don't be about the money
Laughing to the bank, and it's funny, you ain't getting nun' from me
Got this whole party jumpin', Paris put it on bungees
I put tris in her voo-dew, she rolling off muddy
Got some racks inside that duffle boy
Bottega my boots, I could step in that puddle boy (Yeah)
Granny calling my phone said, stay out of trouble boy (Yeah)
Money all I want, I come out that gutter boy (Yeah)
They be doing too much, I'm that lil subtle boy (Yeah)
Stay down in the winter, show out in the summer boy (Yeah)
I ain't fighting a soul, get cut with that cutter boy (Yeah)
Got twenty two shots like it's no jumper (Yeah)
She think I'm cheating but she won't ask me
I run through hoes like a pro athlete
Trev benji got the gini gini's on the backstreet
I'm in New York City, said free Max B
Yeah I stay in New York, like a fucking taxi
Post my bitch, told my side bitch don't at me
Want the smoke, if you want it too, come match me
You get left in a stream, we go to valley
Bottega my boots, I could step in that puddle boy (Yeah)
Granny calling my phone said, stay out of trouble boy (Boy)
Money all I want, I come out that gutter boy (Yeah)
They be doing too much, I'm that lil subtle boy (Yeah)
Stay down in the winter, show out in the summer boy (Yeah)
I ain't fighting a soul, get cut with that cutter boy (Yeah)
Got twenty two shots like it's no jumper (Yeah)
She think I'm cheating but she won't ask me
I run through hoes like a pro athlete
Trev benji got the gini gini's on the backstreet
I'm in New York City, said free Max B
Yeah I stay in New York, like a fucking taxi
Post my bitch, told my side bitch don't at me
Want the smoke, if you want it too, come match me
You get left in a stream, we go to valley
Alexander McQueen, I can't do the Bally
I pop out to the yams, no Tallahassee
I got racks in my pants, but they don't understand
These wasn't free bands
I been up for two days, just using my brain, I can't do a xan
High as a starship, beam me up Scotty
I slide to apartments, and leave out with a body
I'm fly, I'm a martian, a geeked up Prada zombie
Got these slick rick jeans, now she singing la di da di
Niggas calling, but I dub it, it don't be about the money
Laughing to the bank, and it's funny, you ain't getting nun' from me
Got this whole party jumpin', Paris put it on bungees
I put tris in her voo-dew, she rolling off muddy
Got some racks inside that duffle boy
Bottega my boots, I could step in that puddle boy (Yeah)
Granny calling my phone said, stay out of trouble boy (Yeah)
Money all I want, I come out that gutter boy (Yeah)
They be doing too much, I'm that lil subtle boy (Yeah)
Stay down in the winter, show out in the summer boy (Yeah)
I ain't fighting a soul, get cut with that cutter boy (Yeah)
Got twenty two shots like it's no jumper (Yeah)
She think I'm cheating but she won't ask me
I run through hoes like a pro athlete
Trev benji got the gini gini's on the backstreet
I'm in New York City, said free Max B
Yeah I stay in New York, like a fucking taxi
Post my bitch, told my side bitch don't at me
Want the smoke, if you want it too, come match me
You get left in a stream, we go to valley
Credits
Writer(s): Leigh Paris
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