ok is the hardest, I swear to God
We-we gon' be okay
I'ma fuck a ho in this Nike tech, I'm on go
He was tryna tap in and that boy got finessed, she wore my coat
It's so cold, I'm tired of this world, I might go unknown
I looked at you and told you, "I need more"
I put all of me on the scale to show you I weigh more
Sorry, I was talking to yo' momma, I'm so fuckin' bold
At the Minecraft mansion' with a bow, I might hit yo' ho
Oh, I'm rolling hard, like The Rolling Stones
High up off the molly, I'm with John Ross, bitch, we rollin' gold
Lil' slime to big homie, what the fuck, he wants my role?
Apple with the headset, smokin' blunts, put that shit on
You could GTF away from me 'cause you can get this too
Can't break you off 'cause now I'm counting gold
But I love blunts, I won't go back home
That ho broke, what's the point in all these hoes around?
They doin' blow, boy, she sold her soul
Muddy, ice up on me, spot not hot no more
She just jumped up on me 'cause she proud, shit don't faze me
Like, I was in the crowd at Rolling Loud before I was famous
Even though I'm sixteen, I want you to be my BM, hold it down
You twenty-two, it's up to you, I can't do nothin' new
I was, (what, what), thinkin' 'bout you before I blew up, too
Boy, this shit not me and you, after everything we say we do
I'm supposedly high, but I don't even think I do
Hot ride, fuck a moped, I'm in a Hellcat
Hot ride
We-we gon' be ok
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