Apple Watch
Yeo, wassgud bro?
Shit, what's going on?
Nothing much bruh; I just woke up...
Chill, chill; where the package at, man?
Damm, let me go check the box real quick
Astro Nova, wake tf up, ten-four (StardustSzn)
Checking the time with my Apple Watch
Early morning, I slide on my Gucci socks
I got plays shipping in; check the mailbox
Kick her out of the crib then I change the locks
Okay baby you cool
But I'm better
My only focus getting the cheddar
I was swerving I fucked up my fender
Your girl jumped in my DMs, applying pressure
She bad with her friend, need me a threesome
Fuck 12, they keep stealing my freedom
Get along with my angels and demons
They trynna chill cause the shit is convenient
RIP to my niggas; I'm grieving
Bitch, I'm blessed; why you mad that I'm breathin'?
Marco told me I needed reflecting
I got no heart cause I gave her my love
She abused it
Came a long way from pain and the bruises
Gave em kindness, but now I move ruthless
I been tried of making excuses
Always talking, but they never do shit
Laid back like they popping a Xanny
You Hype
You made more money off CAP than New York Yankees
I know
Needed you, why would you leave me?
You was hungry, took you out to Keke
Buns out everything, Peachy
I made everything look easy
Water wrist dancing with the Fuji
I know you was talking to a goofy
Clean it up, phone call, spooky
I would never beg a bitch to choose me
Skip the commercial
Everything I'm doing now
Don't concern you
Playing with fire, that shit gon burn you
Cold in my city pop out with a thermal
Stay off the radar
Heart on the market
Easy target
I got the bloc hot
Bitch, I'm a rockstarr
Checking the time with my Apple Watch
Early morning, I slide on my Gucci socks
I got plays shipping in; check the mailbox
Kick her out of the crib then I change the locks
Okay baby you cool
But I'm better
My only focus getting the cheddar
I was swerving I fucked up my fender
Your girl jumped in my DMs, applying pressure
It's Christmas in a Summer
Mmmm, always a Christmas in a Summer when you got all this drip boy
Ahhaha, ay fuck that bitch tho fr
Fuck goin on; just trynna get better and shit
Deadass, and shit, gotta get right
Get right, We on they ass
Get this money, Get this money
Bye Hoe, Liquid Gold
Shit, what's going on?
Nothing much bruh; I just woke up...
Chill, chill; where the package at, man?
Damm, let me go check the box real quick
Astro Nova, wake tf up, ten-four (StardustSzn)
Checking the time with my Apple Watch
Early morning, I slide on my Gucci socks
I got plays shipping in; check the mailbox
Kick her out of the crib then I change the locks
Okay baby you cool
But I'm better
My only focus getting the cheddar
I was swerving I fucked up my fender
Your girl jumped in my DMs, applying pressure
She bad with her friend, need me a threesome
Fuck 12, they keep stealing my freedom
Get along with my angels and demons
They trynna chill cause the shit is convenient
RIP to my niggas; I'm grieving
Bitch, I'm blessed; why you mad that I'm breathin'?
Marco told me I needed reflecting
I got no heart cause I gave her my love
She abused it
Came a long way from pain and the bruises
Gave em kindness, but now I move ruthless
I been tried of making excuses
Always talking, but they never do shit
Laid back like they popping a Xanny
You Hype
You made more money off CAP than New York Yankees
I know
Needed you, why would you leave me?
You was hungry, took you out to Keke
Buns out everything, Peachy
I made everything look easy
Water wrist dancing with the Fuji
I know you was talking to a goofy
Clean it up, phone call, spooky
I would never beg a bitch to choose me
Skip the commercial
Everything I'm doing now
Don't concern you
Playing with fire, that shit gon burn you
Cold in my city pop out with a thermal
Stay off the radar
Heart on the market
Easy target
I got the bloc hot
Bitch, I'm a rockstarr
Checking the time with my Apple Watch
Early morning, I slide on my Gucci socks
I got plays shipping in; check the mailbox
Kick her out of the crib then I change the locks
Okay baby you cool
But I'm better
My only focus getting the cheddar
I was swerving I fucked up my fender
Your girl jumped in my DMs, applying pressure
It's Christmas in a Summer
Mmmm, always a Christmas in a Summer when you got all this drip boy
Ahhaha, ay fuck that bitch tho fr
Fuck goin on; just trynna get better and shit
Deadass, and shit, gotta get right
Get right, We on they ass
Get this money, Get this money
Bye Hoe, Liquid Gold
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Writer(s): Alan Payero
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