H3ll0

I can talk my shit then pack it up
When I get rich I'ma treat 'Gattis like they acuras
I want those Ksubi jeans and patent leather Prada, bruh
Let's get them rackys up
You can't even talk to me if you don't keep them sticky so
Before we get them bitches bussed

Yeah, all kinds of stuff
She out snowin' London and I'm walkin' with the Xanny club
She out snowin' London and I love it when the Xanny's crushed
That's my snowin' song, I like to sniff it up
I can talk my shit then pack it up

When I get rich I'ma treat 'Gattis like they acuras
I want those Ksubi jeans and patent leather Prada, bruh
Let's get them rackys up
We get to blast, yeah My heart feel elastic, yeah
His mama call it tragic, yeah, but we don't give a fuck

Bro, you know I'm flyin' I won't kill you unless you start it first
Bro, I wanna chop it but I'd settle for a loosey bird
Get pranked cause I'm a nerd I'm all pictures like a blur
Came down on the fuckin' third These dudes here hate me

That's cause I can fuck yo bitch and turn her to my baby
That's cause I get all these bitches wetter than the navy
I'm a ho girl, you only gotta pay me
I can talk my shit then pack it up
When I get rich I'ma treat 'Raris like they acuras

I hit this baseball bat and they ain't catchin' on
Highest in the room like I'm Travis son
I roll it with some ghouls and they get you done
But I'm not touchin' on No, I'm not touchin' on
No, no, I'm not touchin' on

Not against the institute
I just don't need that shit for funds
I'm the villain of this plot like I'm your fuckin' son



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Writer(s): Armaan Sodhi
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