For The Hell Of It

Heated seats right in the cold
Givenchy tee, look at him go
She slim, got some nude on her toe, yes sir
Acne studios right on my shirt
Blackberry shit with some curves
I hop out fixing my fur
Counting up cash on the first
Dressin my house, James Purse
Walking in blowing out herb
Mota boy, used to curbside serve
Motocross biker denim out in Hersh
Uptown mami, I took her to her
Casa Migos and that G60, sir
Casablanca, there's no regular shirt
I smoke a blunt count the that money I earned
It cost a lot for the finest and shit

A pretty penny on designer shit
I'm dressed in Fendi and they honor it
In any city, get your college sent
Wanna prove black, black, black, try me
They holding me back, he ain't honest
Had the Track Twos with the cashmere that's vibey
My black cats cost a rack for my sizing

Uh-huh, bad shit, you know i bring them out
Rick shit, You can tell how the strings hangin' on
Prick shit, make that bitch go and walk it out
Thick shit, she ain't even got a turnaround

Walk in and I purchase
Uh-huh, 448, I merge it

Heated seats right in the cold
Givenchy tee, look at him go
She slim, got some nude on her toe, yes sir
Acne studios right on my shirt
Blackberry shit with some curves
I hop out fixing my fur
Counting up cash on the first
Dressin my house, James Purse
Walking in blowing out herb
Mota boy, used to curbside serve
Motocross biker denim out in Hersh

I'm doing this shit for the hell of it
She sending me angel signs, she said she heaven sent
The devil wears Prada, baby super devilish
Buddy too far but now they wanna settle it
Might go rent the condo for amenities
UX Nato what that mean that's infinity
All that's in my destiny like serenity
In the winter, I bought kicks for Sincere

Uh-huh, I don't think that they hear me
CCTV, I can see when they near me
Since it's on a rover, too close to beat
Seven days a night, since that boy weak
Lil Nato is the gossip, he a sheep
And I walk and finger start it, that's the key
Lil Nato, Neiman Marcus come to me
The SVRs, we diggin' up the streets

The SK-Jags, we did that for some weeks
The GLEs, I got that on my sleeve
The Christian Powell, rockin' super neat
An extra 20 heated up the seats

He just is right in the goal, uh-huh Jeff
Audrey T, look at him go, uh-huh
She slim with some nude on her toes, yes sir

Heated seats right in the cold
Givenchy tee, look at him go
She slim, got some nude on her toe, yes sir
Acne studios right on my shirt
Blackberry shit with some curves
I hop out fixing my fur
Counting up cash on the first
Dressin my house, James Purse
Walking in blowing out herb
Mota boy, used to curbside serve
Motocross biker denim out in Hersh



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