Steroid Boots
Walk into Balenciaga
Steroid Boots on me
We in Italy eating good ravioli
I gotta get that bag, get that money
Car dealer, G-Wagon
I been chilling in the south
I don't fuck with north
Ain't got time to loose
I'm going back and forth
When that blunt ready
I'm smoking it on the porch
Big black truck
I don't fuck with Porsche
xo Misty, Paris Kroll, that's the same shit
Fuck that bitch, I'm the main shit
Shooting a movie late night, on some real shit
Moving like a president, got that dog shit
Got that mudd shit
Too many songs in a god damn row
I can't fold shit
Too many times I ain't trust myself
I'm done shit
My heart been broken a lotta times
Now I got the one, shit
Got the one of a kind, I can't fold no more
Fuck a snitch, I just hang with my slatty
I be popping, popping tags with my homie
And spent a whole summer with my shawty
You don't live shit, you a liar
Look how we live
Got my brother in jewelry, you can't test him
We be moving lowkey, yes, we scheming
Fuck that shit, I done cut off all these fake friends
Walk into Balenciaga
Steroid Boots on me
We in Italy eating good ravioli
I gotta get that bag, get that money
Car dealer, G-Wagon
I been chilling in the south
I don't fuck with north
Ain't got time to loose
I'm going back and forth
When that blunt ready
I'm smoking it on the porch
Big black truck
I don't fuck with Porsche
Steroid Boots on me
We in Italy eating good ravioli
I gotta get that bag, get that money
Car dealer, G-Wagon
I been chilling in the south
I don't fuck with north
Ain't got time to loose
I'm going back and forth
When that blunt ready
I'm smoking it on the porch
Big black truck
I don't fuck with Porsche
xo Misty, Paris Kroll, that's the same shit
Fuck that bitch, I'm the main shit
Shooting a movie late night, on some real shit
Moving like a president, got that dog shit
Got that mudd shit
Too many songs in a god damn row
I can't fold shit
Too many times I ain't trust myself
I'm done shit
My heart been broken a lotta times
Now I got the one, shit
Got the one of a kind, I can't fold no more
Fuck a snitch, I just hang with my slatty
I be popping, popping tags with my homie
And spent a whole summer with my shawty
You don't live shit, you a liar
Look how we live
Got my brother in jewelry, you can't test him
We be moving lowkey, yes, we scheming
Fuck that shit, I done cut off all these fake friends
Walk into Balenciaga
Steroid Boots on me
We in Italy eating good ravioli
I gotta get that bag, get that money
Car dealer, G-Wagon
I been chilling in the south
I don't fuck with north
Ain't got time to loose
I'm going back and forth
When that blunt ready
I'm smoking it on the porch
Big black truck
I don't fuck with Porsche
Credits
Writer(s): Dorian Dani
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