Woo
(That's Jefe, man)
Woah, yeah, uh
Ksubi's, huh, I rock 'em with the D&G's
Hater blockers, uh, I don't see no enemies
He a ssss, he ain't no friend of me
Ice on, uh, feelin' like I'm 'bouta
A fat bitch boosted my confidence
Do what I want and you do what you can
You walk around with that pocket lent
I wouldn't wanna say that I'm ya mans
I took his bitch 'cause I'm confident
He don't get money, it's doesn't make sense
I'm in the mix and I'm poppin' shit
Me and fake niggas, we don't really blend
Walk in the party, I am the party
Walk out the party, bitch, I walk out this shit
Came by my lonely, left with a bogey
Skrrt in a 'Rari, who the fuck is this bitch?
Called her a bitch, she got on my nerves and I ain't say sorry
Fuck is a sorry? Bitch, I ain't sayin' no sorry
I just tagged bro in (Uh-huh)
Then I tagged bro out, then I tagged bro in (Uh-huh)
Fuck is you tryna do? (Uh-huh)
I don't know, motherfucker, but I'm tryna win (Uh-huh)
Like a motherfuckin' top (Uh-huh)
Spend 'round that 'til you can spin (Uh-huh)
Like a motherfuckin' Glock (Uh-huh)
She don't want me to stop, so I keep bussin' (Uh-huh)
Ksubi's, huh, I rock 'em with the D&G's
Hater blockers, uh, I don't see no enemies
He a ssss, he ain't no friend of me
Ice on, uh, feelin' like I'm 'bouta
Pop one, pop two
You just made 'cause it's not you
Pop three, pop four
Whoever raised you is a dumb whore
Pop five, pop six
Ooh, goddamn, you a dumb bitch
Pop seven, pop eight
I fuck with you, gang, so it's no hate
I don't care if it's not that important
Want designer, but I got her Jordan's
I told her to call when she yawnin'
I don't wanna smell her breath in the mornin'
From the back, yeah, she like when I record it
Said she love me, but I just ignored it
Get the fuck if you ain't on no whore shit
I'm snorin', it's borin'
I'm snorin', I'm snorin', it's borin'
I'm snorin', it's borin'
I'm snorin', snorin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm snorin', it's borin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm snorin', it's borin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm snorin', it's borin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's borin' (Yeah)
Ksubi's, huh, I rock 'em with the D&G's
Hater blockers, uh, I don't see no enemies
He a ssss, he ain't no friend of me
Ice on, uh, feelin' like I'm 'bouta
A fat bitch boosted my confidence
Do what I want and you do what you can
You walk around with that pocket lent
I wouldn't wanna say that I'm ya mans
I took his bitch 'cause I'm confident
He don't get money, it's doesn't make sense
I'm in the mix and I'm poppin' shit
Me and fake niggas, we don't really blend
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