(Man, I gotta lay off the peyote)
(Khaliel)
Let me see your Let me see your wrist
Now look at my wrist
Now you know damn well you ain't gon' shine hard as me, girl
Nah, you fresh though, I ain't gon' lie
I see you with your Balenciagas on and
I got both pair too
I told 'em, I was like
Ooh-ooh-ooh
She still with me and don't need me, need me
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh, she fuck me like she need me, need me
Patek on you and I got her one too, yeah, okay
I see Dior what you rockin' and she done bought me Jimmy Choo
Foreign coupe, smashin' in the lane, baby, yeah, yeah
Two for two, numbers in my head, I'm the trap kid
Bad bitch, bend her over, get your back bent
Maxin' off lean, relaxin', still I'm not bad built
She want me to take care of her through the whole year
Throne me, I get it on here, I don't belong here
Ooh-ooh-ooh
She still with me and don't need me, need me
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh, she fuck me like she need me, need me
Come and get on top
And don't stop, oh
This when I go deeper
Holly, Holly, can you love me, sweetie?
Hold on, hottie thottie
I'm so rich, change your perspective on everything
Seen my big bro rob the store, inside the Maybach look like lean
Creamy soda seats, with a bad Dominican the color cream
Fifty-somethin' shots in Cullinan, fifty M's, don't play with me
Least three cribs, I run elite, it's big YB, woah
Make lil' shorty touch her toes
Get her nails done, tell the tech put Chanel print
Tell Build A Bear I need my own skin
Rich-ass nigga, new Benz, yeah
Coachella wit' all her friends, yeah
Word to my new bitch, tell my ex, "No competition"
Ooh-ooh-ooh
She still with me and don't need me, need me
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh, she fuck me like she need me, need me
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