Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I step in the lane
Watch how I'm stressing these whores
Watch how I drip in these Balenci' kicks, I'm steppin' you know I ignore it
All of my hitta's they stay on the block
Getting my money and that's on my momma
I'm in the black truck, we used to ride in the Honda Accords
Rack shit, rack shit make me do backflip
Bitch, I'm outside I don't need no jacket
Bitch, no heart, no heart, Chrome Heart backpack
I knew what to do, when I got them racks, aye
Slide in that coupe and you know that I'm dodgin' that ???
I pull up in that matte black, Balenci' boots and I'm flyin' I feel like I'm motherfuckin' batman
All of these diamonds on me and they icy, they moving, they shinin' and these motherfuckers tap dance
Pull up to the show rockin' gloves on my body, I feel like a motherfuckin' Jackson
No more talking, no more talking
Different fashion
Said they had to persuade me
I won't mind if you hate it
When I kick shit, excited
All my whips is exotic (Okay)
All these hoes watching
We didn't give no fuck (Woah)
We didn't give no fuck (No)
(Fuck, no)
(Yeah, woah)
(Bitch)
Watch how I step in the lane
Watch how I'm stressing these whores
Watch how I drip in these Balenci' kicks, I'm steppin' you know I ignore it
All of my hitta's they stay on the block
Getting my money and that's on my momma
I'm in the black truck, we used to ride in the Honda Accords
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
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