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Okay

Why I be clean like that uh

You said you a gangster not meaning that uh

I hit that bitch then I’m leaving that uh

Okay I want her not needing that uh

I got Rick Owens my feet in that uh

I count up that cash while I’m leaning back uh

That boy took my swag and I need it back uh yeah

I got margielas wit blood on them

I got the ones with the gum bottoms

And she suckin my dick got her head bobbin

And I know it’s some niggas ahead watching

Think my phones tapped yeah the feds watching

Christian Louboutin these red bottoms (yeah)

And free my brother know the feds got him (yeah)

That nigga ran up but my man got him

I don’t fuck with the niggas they hella fake

Call me a baker all this bread that I make

In the coupe push this shit down the interstate

Mix the codeine in soda they integrate

Choppa gone make his body disintegrate

And we know that you capping you been a fake

Diamonds wet just like I found them in a lake

I been eating so good need a bigger plate

I got plenty of drugs what you need nigga

I’m throwing up B’s Ima bleed niggas

I just came in this bitch I’m wit three niggas

Know my cash it be taller than three midgets

Yeah my money be longer than three bridges

Everything that I say all hits ain’t no misses

I was fuckin his bitch told her ain’t no kisses

I got ysl on me you know it drip it

Yeah

Okay

Okay

Why I be clean like that uh

You said you a gangster not meaning that uh

I hit that bitch then I’m leaving that uh

Okay I want her not needing that uh

I got Rick Owens my feet in that uh

I count up that cash while I’m leaning back uh

That boy took my swag and I need it back uh yeah

Yeah

Most of these niggas just act like they got it but they really don’t

I know some niggas who act like they’ll shoot at some niggas but I know that

they won’t (yeah)

Louie V all on my coat (yeah)

Diamonds so wet I might soak (yeah)

I gotta Glock 9 with me

And what I do?

Aim it and bang at your throat (yeah)

I swear to god ain’t nobody as cold as me

I am so boujee might need you to chauffeur me

I keep me a shooter I know he gone blow for me

I got me a bad bitch I know she gone roll for me

Bitch I’m the greatest ain’t nobody over me

Wait oh my god my diamond way too cold for me

I fuck a cougar that bitch way too old for me

Just popped a Percocet that shit controlling me

12 on my dick niggas keep on patrolling me

Boy you a bitch can’t believe that you told on me

No I don’t give a fuck know this shit really grow on me

I got your bitch in the back and she blowing me

All of these niggas I swear they be joeing me

Act like they know me but really not knowing me

Do all that talkin but really not showing me

And he borrowed my style swear that nigga be owing me

Okay

Okay

Why I be clean like that uh

You said you a gangster not meaning that uh

I hit that bitch then I’m leaving that uh

Okay I want her not needing that uh

I got Rick Owens my feet in that uh

I count up that cash while I’m leaning back uh

That boy took my swag and I need it back uh yeah