Wow
(LAST DUDE ON THE TRACK!)
New Givenchy with the Rollie flooded,wow,wow,wow
Demons want me,chopper on me,blow 'em down,down,down
F*ck waiting,yeah,I need it right now,now,now
Pray to God I never come-come down,no,no
New Givenchy with the Rollie flooded,wow,wow,wow
Demons want me,chopper on me,blow 'em down,down,down
F*ck waiting,yeah,I need it right now,now,now
Pray to God I never come-come down,no,no
I just spent a 100 on a double cup(Double cup)
Sucking on me,say it when f*cking up(F*cking up)
F*cking on me,molly got me f*cking up(F*cking up)
Lil Peep,shawty,let me f*ck it up
GothBoiClique in the back of the Vic
Can't drop no racks on a b*ch
Baby,Ima crash in the whip
On my suic ide shit with a suicide b*ch
Criss-cross applesauce
Ride uo pn my croggy,uh
Eat the olateno Rick Ross
I got some ape,no Harambe,uh
Nobody sayin',that she said
She wanna tug my denim,mm
If you think that X is broke
Then look at my mother f*ckin' banknote
Okay,like are you okay,Annie?
In a Phantom like I'm Danny,huh
I'm tryna **** you granny
Tryna get Dagger Dick in her whole panties,huh
Said she really wanna touch eem body
But I just want brain like a nerd,rocka
Shout-out to 333rd
I'm filppin' the bird,the bird is the word,huh
New Givenchy with the Rollie flooded,wow,wow,wow
Demons want me,chopper on me,blow 'em down,down,down
F*ck waiting,yeah,I need it right now,now,now
Pray to God I never come-come down,no,no
New Givenchy with the Rollie flooded,wow,wow,wow
Demons want me,chopper on me,blow 'em down,down,down
F*ck waiting,yeah,I need it right now,now,now
Pray to God I never come-come down,no,no
If you want it,come and get it
I come from the trenches ayy
Ni**as thought that I was kiddin' till upped that Smith&ayy
I be beatin' up the kitten when I'm f*cking b*ches ayy
I may f*ck your b*ch,dismiss "em,I don't even miss 'em ayy
Yeah
Jumping out the bat cave,just like Bruce Wayne
Kickin' shit like Liu Kang
My plug Palupé
Big racks on us,blue thangs
Big blus,no clues,yay
Your b*ch like to choose,ayy
But that's your boo,ain't it?
B*ch,I'm not your hubby,uh,I don't even want you to touch me
Fifty K on this outfit,floss,I do that shit in public
Ni**a I ain't the fussin',or the fighting at all
I keep the ratchet on me,uh,bullet hole in his head
And mow they wanna call the feds
Now I'm getting out the jail,yeah(Uh)
Back to the cash flow,three nines 'til the world blow
New Givenchy with the Rollie flooded,wow,wow,wow
Demons want me,chopper on me,blow 'em down,down,down
F*ck waiting,yeah,I need it right now,now,now
Pray to God I never come-come down,no,no
(LAST DUDE ON THE TRACK!)