To the sound of the sun and the stars
Ride me, she be motorbikin', come through, I be lookin' like it
I know I get you excited, uh, uh, baby
You know that it's war behind me, if I want you, I'ma find you
I don't need a GPS, you know, woah
Why these opp-ass niggas tryna ride the wave?
Money got these killers goin' out the way
Party too exclusive, ain't no need to film
Bad bitch from the Westside, only buy her Skims
It's so dark that I can't see, but I can feel the tension
If I can kill a beat, then I can heal the trenches
I float off a G6, I'm dizzy days later
If we ain't talkin' gettin' rich, you at the wrong table, dog
Keep my word and keep my semi, goin' by the old rule
Teacher told me I'm suspended, I went bought a whole school
I go get it, I get up, I can't sit and ask for things
I wish I can kick my cup, dog, I feel like Hurricane
Bought that Lam' when I woke up 'cause I seen it yesterday
Ask myself why life hit different, I miss Wap, it ain't the same
Who would know DJ would envy me? I feel like Charlamagne
Enemies inside the industry and that right where they stayin'
(Who would know DJ would envy me? I feel like Charlamagne)
(Enemies inside the industry and that right where they stayin')
Ride me, she be motorbikin', come through, I be lookin' like it
I know I get you excited, uh, uh, baby
You know that it's war behind me, if I want you, I'ma find you
I don't need a GPS, you know, woah
Why these opp-ass niggas tryna ride the wave?
Money got these killers goin' out the way
Party too exclusive, ain't no need to film
Bad bitch from the Westside, only buy her Skims
It's so dark that I can't see, but I can feel the tension
If I can kill a beat, then I can heal the trenches
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