Sky Sounds
I'm in the spot taking Malibu shots
Going up, (on god) just watch
Wrist jack frost when I put on my watch
Niggas ratting, don't talk to the cops
I love to spend big cash and floss
Big guap, big knots, big boss
If we competing then ya niggas lost
Certified Spazz, respect when you talk
Flowing lethal, this shit can't be legal
Only live backwards, we spelling out evil
Cannot converse or give verses to people
Fear of god sweats but she thought they was needles
You know the timing when I'm on your beeper
I'm way too Neaky too have me on speaker
Turks and Caicos islands, everything regal
They way that I spend, might be cheaper to leave her
Huh
Yeah
Way that I spend might be cheaper to leave her
I hit it once, and I might just delete it
Throw on the Rick cuz the RAF at the cleaners
Bitch I'm a star, bape stars on my sneakers
But you cannot hang with us
Living so good y'all be thinking I made it up
Watch how I make it and not even bring 'em up
Phone fucking jumping, it's ringing and ranging up
Slide on your chick and she wetter than angel dust
But you cannot hang with us
Living so good niggas thinking I made it up
Going up, (on god) just watch
Wrist jack frost when I put on my watch
Niggas ratting, don't talk to the cops
I love to spend big cash and floss
Big guap, big knots, big boss
If we competing then ya niggas lost
Certified Spazz, respect when you talk
Flowing lethal, this shit can't be legal
Only live backwards, we spelling out evil
Cannot converse or give verses to people
Fear of god sweats but she thought they was needles
You know the timing when I'm on your beeper
I'm way too Neaky too have me on speaker
Turks and Caicos islands, everything regal
They way that I spend, might be cheaper to leave her
Huh
Yeah
Way that I spend might be cheaper to leave her
I hit it once, and I might just delete it
Throw on the Rick cuz the RAF at the cleaners
Bitch I'm a star, bape stars on my sneakers
But you cannot hang with us
Living so good y'all be thinking I made it up
Watch how I make it and not even bring 'em up
Phone fucking jumping, it's ringing and ranging up
Slide on your chick and she wetter than angel dust
But you cannot hang with us
Living so good niggas thinking I made it up
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Writer(s): Zach Kulisek
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