FLAWLESS BAGUETTES! (Bonus)
I-i-i, I-i-i
Flawless baguettes
Hop out a jet, 'boutta get rich
Huh, you outside my crib, huh
Hop in my whip (I-i-im working on dying)
Huh, 5% tint (BNYX)
Huh, do it again
I'm tired of all of these lies
You cannot come find
Me alone or me and my best friend
We stay out of trouble on god
But we the mayhem
I said I was certain to my friends, but word to my god
I wouldn't ever pay them
I said I was going to heaven
But look at my bads and wrongs and weigh them
Yuh
Focusing on the rights, look at the ring above my head
Mama said I would be a toilet cleaner
Well look where I am instead
Yuh, momma said I was gon die by the time I turn 12
Well I ain't dead
Yeah, turn a pussy boy into a hindu
Put a red dot to his head
Yea, turn a pussy boy into a druggie
We gon put him inside of a trance
They be like sug4rhill, why you been so serious
Take a lil bro put him in a state on delirious
I'm more rich than you, lil boy be obedient
I'm more rich than you, act like I'm superior
They be like four hill, why you actin mysterious
They be like four hill, yo music is hideous
Flawless baguettes
Hop out a jet, 'boutta get rich
Huh, you outside my crib, huh, hop in my whip
Huh, 5% tint
Huh, do it again
I'm tired of all of these lies
You cannot come find
Me alone or me and my best friend
We stay out of trouble on god
But we the mayhem
I said I was certain to my friends, but word to my god
I wouldn't ever pay them
I said I was going to heaven
But look at my bads and wrongs and weigh them
Yuh
Flawless baguettes
Hop out a jet, 'boutta get rich
Huh, you outside my crib, huh
Hop in my whip (I-i-im working on dying)
Huh, 5% tint (BNYX)
Huh, do it again
I'm tired of all of these lies
You cannot come find
Me alone or me and my best friend
We stay out of trouble on god
But we the mayhem
I said I was certain to my friends, but word to my god
I wouldn't ever pay them
I said I was going to heaven
But look at my bads and wrongs and weigh them
Yuh
Focusing on the rights, look at the ring above my head
Mama said I would be a toilet cleaner
Well look where I am instead
Yuh, momma said I was gon die by the time I turn 12
Well I ain't dead
Yeah, turn a pussy boy into a hindu
Put a red dot to his head
Yea, turn a pussy boy into a druggie
We gon put him inside of a trance
They be like sug4rhill, why you been so serious
Take a lil bro put him in a state on delirious
I'm more rich than you, lil boy be obedient
I'm more rich than you, act like I'm superior
They be like four hill, why you actin mysterious
They be like four hill, yo music is hideous
Flawless baguettes
Hop out a jet, 'boutta get rich
Huh, you outside my crib, huh, hop in my whip
Huh, 5% tint
Huh, do it again
I'm tired of all of these lies
You cannot come find
Me alone or me and my best friend
We stay out of trouble on god
But we the mayhem
I said I was certain to my friends, but word to my god
I wouldn't ever pay them
I said I was going to heaven
But look at my bads and wrongs and weigh them
Yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Mostafa Rezk
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