U DONT KNOW LYFE
Who said these diamonds aren't front row? (Uh)
Yeah, we can't cuff for life, but this for fun, though (Uh)
Yeah, know you see these diamonds on the kid
Yeah, now you see this money comin' in
High as hell, high as hell, you was right there (Yeah)
New Chanel, we walk in, we buyin' every pair (Yeah)
Cunt (Yeah), diamonds on me, cunt (Rare), watches on me (For real)
Cunt, diamonds on me, cunt, they rare (Yeah)
Oh, they hypebeasts? (Phew)
Oh, they, oh, they pull up, all-white Nikes (Pfft)
I got all thеse drugs, yeah, I got all thesе, yeah
I got all these drugs, I got all this love
I got all this love
Yeah, Maybach just got the shine, take it back to my crib (Ugh)
Yeah, and you can look at these lights to see how I live (Live, uh)
Yeah, you can see how the metal go inside of they head (Bang, uh)
Yeah, there's some other bullets choppin' them up, make 'em bled
(Dead, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I put a rollercoaster with a chop' on they head (Uh-uh)
The only time I go coast-to-coast is when I'm making a bag (Uh-uh)
Yeah (Yeah), look how they trippin
They slippin' up, they only got one leg
Yeah, we had to come back and nail on they head, nail on they head
Yeah, blazer go high, we put a bill on yo' head (Neyow)
Every time that I'm gon' try, you've been leavin' them dead (Yeah)
Every time that I'm gon' fly, bulletproof my private jet (Bulletproof)
Balenci, Balenci shoppin', shut the fuck up
I don't listen when haters say—
This a lifestyle, that you can't live
See them lights, it's what I'm on now
I'm bringing money on the—, yeah
I don't need advices, yeah
All I do is my vices
[?], when you pull up by the side, yeah, ISIS
Chop off ya head, if you don't fuck with the prices
I just pulled the Bentley off, I ain't heard what you said to me
I don't fuck with you, you'd be better off dead to me (Yeah, woo)
Who said these diamonds aren't front row? (Uh)
Yeah, we can't cuff for life, but this for fun, though (Uh)
Yeah, know you see these diamonds on the kid
Yeah, now you see this money comin' in
High as hell, high as hell, you was right there (Yeah)
New Chanel, we walk in, we buyin' every pair (Yeah)
Cunt (Yeah), diamonds on me, cunt (Rare), watches on me (For real)
Cunt, diamonds on me, cunt, they rare (Yeah)
Oh, they hypebeasts? (Phew)
Oh, they, oh, they pull up, all-white Nikes (Pfft)
I got all these drugs, yeah, I got all these, yeah
I got all these drugs, I got all this love
I got all this love
Yeah, Maybach just got the shine, take it back to my crib (Ugh)
Yeah, and you can look at these lights to see how I live (Live, uh)
Yeah, you can see how the metal go inside of they head (Bang, uh)
Yeah, there's some other bullets choppin' them up, make 'em bled
(Dead, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I put a rollercoaster with a chop' on they head (Uh-uh)
The only time I go coast-to-coast is when I'm making a bag (Uh-uh)
Yeah (Yeah), look how they trippin
They slippin' up, they only got one leg
Yeah, we had to come back and nail on they head, nail on they head
Yeah, blazer go high, we put a bill on yo' head
Every time that I'm gon' try, you've been leavin' them dead (Yeah)
Every time that I'm gon' fly, bulletproof my private jet (Bulletproof)
Balenci, Balenci shoppin', shut the fuck up
I don't listen when haters say—, yeah
Yeah, we can't cuff for life, but this for fun, though (Uh)
Yeah, know you see these diamonds on the kid
Yeah, now you see this money comin' in
High as hell, high as hell, you was right there (Yeah)
New Chanel, we walk in, we buyin' every pair (Yeah)
Cunt (Yeah), diamonds on me, cunt (Rare), watches on me (For real)
Cunt, diamonds on me, cunt, they rare (Yeah)
Oh, they hypebeasts? (Phew)
Oh, they, oh, they pull up, all-white Nikes (Pfft)
I got all thеse drugs, yeah, I got all thesе, yeah
I got all these drugs, I got all this love
I got all this love
Yeah, Maybach just got the shine, take it back to my crib (Ugh)
Yeah, and you can look at these lights to see how I live (Live, uh)
Yeah, you can see how the metal go inside of they head (Bang, uh)
Yeah, there's some other bullets choppin' them up, make 'em bled
(Dead, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I put a rollercoaster with a chop' on they head (Uh-uh)
The only time I go coast-to-coast is when I'm making a bag (Uh-uh)
Yeah (Yeah), look how they trippin
They slippin' up, they only got one leg
Yeah, we had to come back and nail on they head, nail on they head
Yeah, blazer go high, we put a bill on yo' head (Neyow)
Every time that I'm gon' try, you've been leavin' them dead (Yeah)
Every time that I'm gon' fly, bulletproof my private jet (Bulletproof)
Balenci, Balenci shoppin', shut the fuck up
I don't listen when haters say—
This a lifestyle, that you can't live
See them lights, it's what I'm on now
I'm bringing money on the—, yeah
I don't need advices, yeah
All I do is my vices
[?], when you pull up by the side, yeah, ISIS
Chop off ya head, if you don't fuck with the prices
I just pulled the Bentley off, I ain't heard what you said to me
I don't fuck with you, you'd be better off dead to me (Yeah, woo)
Who said these diamonds aren't front row? (Uh)
Yeah, we can't cuff for life, but this for fun, though (Uh)
Yeah, know you see these diamonds on the kid
Yeah, now you see this money comin' in
High as hell, high as hell, you was right there (Yeah)
New Chanel, we walk in, we buyin' every pair (Yeah)
Cunt (Yeah), diamonds on me, cunt (Rare), watches on me (For real)
Cunt, diamonds on me, cunt, they rare (Yeah)
Oh, they hypebeasts? (Phew)
Oh, they, oh, they pull up, all-white Nikes (Pfft)
I got all these drugs, yeah, I got all these, yeah
I got all these drugs, I got all this love
I got all this love
Yeah, Maybach just got the shine, take it back to my crib (Ugh)
Yeah, and you can look at these lights to see how I live (Live, uh)
Yeah, you can see how the metal go inside of they head (Bang, uh)
Yeah, there's some other bullets choppin' them up, make 'em bled
(Dead, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I put a rollercoaster with a chop' on they head (Uh-uh)
The only time I go coast-to-coast is when I'm making a bag (Uh-uh)
Yeah (Yeah), look how they trippin
They slippin' up, they only got one leg
Yeah, we had to come back and nail on they head, nail on they head
Yeah, blazer go high, we put a bill on yo' head
Every time that I'm gon' try, you've been leavin' them dead (Yeah)
Every time that I'm gon' fly, bulletproof my private jet (Bulletproof)
Balenci, Balenci shoppin', shut the fuck up
I don't listen when haters say—, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Ilya Shishkin, Javier Mercado, Noah Smith, Steven Giron, Wyndham Srenaski
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