[phreshboyswag]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Fuck, fuck
Yeah, damn, I'm fucked up, ayy
[phreshboyswag]
Slow down on the drugs, nah, for real, I was fucked up, ayy
Shut the fuck, commas crush you punks right into dust, ayy
I came to save you that night, I'll crush your Xans right into dust
If you hoes can't even love, can't text back, don't wanna fuck
Shoot a party up, I feel like slay, don't give a fuck
Too much money, ain't even addin' up
Step up outside house, got on skinny jeans with Uggs
Step up outside house, got on skinny jeans with Uggs
We ain't workin' out, ayy, we might break up
I know who you are, you a faker
I was in LA posted up with Laker
I been ballin' hard like the fuckin' Lakers
I been ballin' hard, I been gettin' paper
I been smokin' gas, you can see the vapor
I been sippin' Henny with no fuckin' chaser
Only chase the money, I could never chase her
[thirty7mins]
Ayy, boy, I'm smokin' dope, goin' MIA, bitch
And I'm all alone, chillin' with my cake, bitch
Boy, watch your tone, I ain't gonna take it
Me and my brothers goin' hard, I never fake it
I'm with her under the stars, girl, shake it
And I'm chillin' with some stars, wake and bake it
And I'm chillin' with my team, gettin' paid, bitch
Ayy, I could never fuck with a fake bitch
Boy, I feel like Chief Keef, just save it
Boy, I'm spendin' all my money, I can't save it
Nah, I didn't hear your song, I never played it
Now she sittin' with her thong, I told her take it off
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