歌词
Step out in some brand Gucci sneakers
I don't need a b*tch, I'ma leave her
B*tch, I keep a Glock nine-millimeter
Guess I gotta kill the m-
Yeah
She want expensive lil bag, but she don't wanna go ride for me (Ride for me)
I got a whole lot of cash but she got the Uber to slide to me (Slide to me)
When I'm in New York, b*tch, I'm tapped in like I'm prodigy
Since I got the chain, all my exes gotta follow me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)
Diamond ring, chain swing, drown in pretty things
I get paid a lot, I donе made a lot
F*ck out my face, b*tch, I ain't nice
That b*tch a thot and she got lice
Skating on b*tches like I'm on ice
Why you so mad, b*tch? Look at my life (Uh-uh)
Check my phone, two missed calls, they don't check on me (Check on sh*t, b*tch)
I might f*ck your b*tch, I got a check on me (I got a check)
While you mad, we gon' ball for eternity
Sorry I switched on the gang, I had to bet on me (I bet on me)
(Lil') Lil' (Pro) Pro, (Pull up) pull up, (Glow) glow, (Blow) blow
White coke in my b*tch nose
B*tch, I'm really not the one to come and keep you company
In my rare ass Gucci sneakers, I never feel lonely
Step out in some brand Gucci sneakers
I don't need a b*tch, I'ma leave her (I'ma leave her)
B*tch, I keep a Glock nine-millimeter (I keep a gat)
Guess I gotta kill the man in the mirror
Step out in some brand Gucci sneakers
I don't need a b*tch, I'ma leave her (I'ma leave her)
B*tch, I keep a Glock nine-millimeter (I keep a gat)
Guess I gotta kill the man in the mirror
She want expensive lil bag, but she don't wanna go ride for me
When I'm in New York, b*tch, I'm tapped in like a prodigy
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