Let It Ride

I swear to God i'll make a milly off of Pro Tools
I swear to God inside my room imma have 2 pools
Cant fuck with him, cant fuck with loose screws
I swear is demons in dark liquor and thag grey goose
I got the tools but dont want nobody to screw
Whos got my food cause we gon fuck up all the rules
Zaza kick karate kung-fu, act like i love her like bentley kalu
She said im her muse but my heart cold like igloo
Overseas, marble floors
Double c's she from london but dont want top boys
Ocean views, prada set, expensive toys
Wyoming king where she like to make noise
Got a wagon, want Gs like she from illinois
Got a ghost bestie his name royce
Emerald cuts dont got it from floyds
Dont want cash app want a invoice
Heart cold all season like she from detroit
They filled with jealousy
When gyal say ven aqui
See me breathlessly
Bad asf, ebony
Too trippy ecstasy
Wide open sesame
I got a new number but my old bitches texting me
Foreign girl caressing me
Money long, flexibly
It should be a penalty
Killing niggas with degrees
Shouldn't be, testing me
Make you lose, identity
From where they don't see
Niggas with no felonys



Credits
Writer(s): Angel Samuel Diaz
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