Casket
Huh, I ran up the bag, my hoes, they bad, you goin' out sad (Huh-huh)
Hop in the Jag', I'm doin' the dash, we gone on the flag (Ay, yeah)
Spazzin' then blast, huh, we put that boy in a casket, yeah
Up in the hills in Cali', bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah, yeah)
I'm up in every bitch, I might just get a new coat (Huh, yeah)
I know you smell me, bitch, pullin' up, smokin' that dope (Huh, yeah)
Watchin' the seat, I throw the racks on the boat (Huh, yeah)
Cop a new mink, I had to get me a coat
Brought her to my crib and gave her back right to her bae
I'ma drip like paint, I mix Rick with Helmut Lang, yeah
Stars up in the Wraith, close the curtain, can't see that, yeah
Said that you gon' pay for me, but bae, you ain't no saint
Got paid today, might pop out, pull up the show and rock out
Hit his bae, he ain't even find out, I need the bread like right now
And my chain, it shine like lighthouse, can't even put the lights out
You might get sprayed like Lysol, fuck 'round then you'll find out (Huh)
Huh, I ran up the bag, my hoes, they bad, you goin' out sad (Huh-huh)
Hop in the Jag', I'm doin' the dash, we gone on the flag (Ay, yeah)
Spazzin' then blast, huh, we put that boy in a casket, yeah
Up in the hills in Cali', bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah, yeah)
I'm up in every bitch, I might just get a new coat (Huh, yeah)
I know you smell me, bitch, pullin' up, smokin' that dope (Huh, yeah)
Watchin' the seat, I throw the racks on the boat (Huh, yeah)
Cop a new mink, I had to get me a coat (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hop in the Jag', I'm doin' the dash, we gone on the flag (Ay, yeah)
Spazzin' then blast, huh, we put that boy in a casket, yeah
Up in the hills in Cali', bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah, yeah)
I'm up in every bitch, I might just get a new coat (Huh, yeah)
I know you smell me, bitch, pullin' up, smokin' that dope (Huh, yeah)
Watchin' the seat, I throw the racks on the boat (Huh, yeah)
Cop a new mink, I had to get me a coat
Brought her to my crib and gave her back right to her bae
I'ma drip like paint, I mix Rick with Helmut Lang, yeah
Stars up in the Wraith, close the curtain, can't see that, yeah
Said that you gon' pay for me, but bae, you ain't no saint
Got paid today, might pop out, pull up the show and rock out
Hit his bae, he ain't even find out, I need the bread like right now
And my chain, it shine like lighthouse, can't even put the lights out
You might get sprayed like Lysol, fuck 'round then you'll find out (Huh)
Huh, I ran up the bag, my hoes, they bad, you goin' out sad (Huh-huh)
Hop in the Jag', I'm doin' the dash, we gone on the flag (Ay, yeah)
Spazzin' then blast, huh, we put that boy in a casket, yeah
Up in the hills in Cali', bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah, yeah)
I'm up in every bitch, I might just get a new coat (Huh, yeah)
I know you smell me, bitch, pullin' up, smokin' that dope (Huh, yeah)
Watchin' the seat, I throw the racks on the boat (Huh, yeah)
Cop a new mink, I had to get me a coat (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Amiri Dexter Chase, George Kala, Davyn Nunez
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