Lovely
My mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home
Came with a six, when I came with a ten
I told her to come and to bring her best friend
I don't need love, I just wanna sit down and pour up some Wock
Pop, Pop, Pop off
Pop another bottle with some Vodka
Say you gon do something, you ain't doing nada
New bag, Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I don't give a fuck baby, just give me designer
Wasting my time
Now waste it with friends, friends, friends, friends, Uh
When I feel lonely I feel like myself again, again, again
Yeah, the choppa get lonely, it aim at your head, head, head, head
Yeah, you better duck, you better move
Peep the choppa, the way it boom
GLE Phantom, the way that we move
No gang ties, when I'm stuck with the crew
When the gang lie, it's when I'm finna move
Bitch I'm the best, how I do it
I get my money, I'm dripped with Celine, -line
Bitch you the best when you move it
You should come over here, kick it with me, me, uh
Let the dollars grow
Let the mother fucker sing, sing
Who the fuck is calling, leave my phone, just let it ring, ring
I need to chill right now, I need to fucking relapse pop a pill
In the hills, with a hundred thousand dollar fucking bill
Came with a six, when I came with a ten
I told her to come and to bring her best friend
I don't need love, I just wanna sit down and pour up some Wock
Pop, Pop, Pop off
Pop another bottle with some Vodka
Say you gon do something, you ain't doing nada
New bag, Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I don't give a fuck baby, just give me designer
Yeah, look at me dance in that bitch
I'm rocking Margiela and Rick, yeah, huh
I have to walk with a clique
That mother fucker fly at your leg
Bitch, Bitch, I walk in with my clique
Bitch I walk in with my gang
Bitch I rock expensive shit
Rocking Prada, Helmut Lang, yeah
Bitch, I'm cooling with your bitch, yeah
She trying to touch on my thing, Yeah
I do not give a fuck about shit, huh
I'm going to just stay in my lane, Yeah
Bitch, I'm in the back
I'm smoking exotic, I'm smoking that cookie
Said he spitting, brodie not on that
Boy he down bad, he be pussy
I cannot beef with a rookie
She all over me, said I'm lucky
I'm rocking Balenciaga or something
I shoot from the three, I ain't dunking
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home
Came with a six, when I came with a ten
I told her to come and to bring her best friend
I don't need love, I just wanna sit down and pour up some Wock
Pop, Pop, Pop off
Pop another bottle with some Vodka
Say you gon do something, you ain't doing nada
New bag, Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I don't give a fuck baby, just give me designer
Wasting my time
Now waste it with friends, friends, friends, friends, Uh
When I feel lonely I feel like myself again, again, again
Yeah, the choppa get lonely, it aim at your head, head, head, head
Yeah, you better duck, you better move
Peep the choppa, the way it boom
GLE Phantom, the way that we move
No gang ties, when I'm stuck with the crew
When the gang lie, it's when I'm finna move
Bitch I'm the best, how I do it
I get my money, I'm dripped with Celine, -line
Bitch you the best when you move it
You should come over here, kick it with me, me, uh
Let the dollars grow
Let the mother fucker sing, sing
Who the fuck is calling, leave my phone, just let it ring, ring
I need to chill right now, I need to fucking relapse pop a pill
In the hills, with a hundred thousand dollar fucking bill
Came with a six, when I came with a ten
I told her to come and to bring her best friend
I don't need love, I just wanna sit down and pour up some Wock
Pop, Pop, Pop off
Pop another bottle with some Vodka
Say you gon do something, you ain't doing nada
New bag, Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I don't give a fuck baby, just give me designer
Yeah, look at me dance in that bitch
I'm rocking Margiela and Rick, yeah, huh
I have to walk with a clique
That mother fucker fly at your leg
Bitch, Bitch, I walk in with my clique
Bitch I walk in with my gang
Bitch I rock expensive shit
Rocking Prada, Helmut Lang, yeah
Bitch, I'm cooling with your bitch, yeah
She trying to touch on my thing, Yeah
I do not give a fuck about shit, huh
I'm going to just stay in my lane, Yeah
Bitch, I'm in the back
I'm smoking exotic, I'm smoking that cookie
Said he spitting, brodie not on that
Boy he down bad, he be pussy
I cannot beef with a rookie
She all over me, said I'm lucky
I'm rocking Balenciaga or something
I shoot from the three, I ain't dunking
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Writer(s): Zachary Alfantazi
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