Yeah
(Oh my God, Ronny)
She gon' ride for me because she know I got that fishscale (Ooh)
Peep the Louis, peep the Gucci, gotta peep the details (Yeah)
This cost fifty racks, lil' baby, no, this is not retail (Racks)
I don't play no sports, lil' bitch, but I know that I cheat well (Ooh)
Yeah, hop in that Ghost (Skrrt), uh
I burn your ass like some toast (Skrrt-skrrt)
Run in your house (Brrt)
I'm in all black like a crow (Brrt-brrt)
I got ten shots so you know I'ma finish you
Fuckin' that ho and I'm all in her genitals
VVS diamonds all over my den-i-tal
Fuckin' on twins and them bitches identical
Reach for my chain, boy, you must be rhetorical
Knock your head off and you have a memorial
VVS diamonds all over my Rollie-o
These niggas know I'm impor-io
Designer don, yeah, I'm all in Balenci'
Fucked the lil' ho, I doing no kisses
All Fishscale, you would think I went fishin'
Play with the gang, we'll leave your ass missing
Big, big gun, shit look like Ibaka
One headshot send him straight to the doctor (Lil Purpp)
I ain't kicking shit, I ain't playin' no soccer
FL, nigga, we ain't doin' no flockin'
She wan' fuck with me because she know I got that fishscale
I don't need no stylist, I buy everything, don't resale (Yeah)
If he run up on me, I'ma give his ass a hot shell (Brrt)
Yeah, real hot shell, straight to your ass like hotmail (Lil Purpp)
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