Ghost made this beat Stop playing with these niggas Ghost Ended up (?) on Sunset, that shit was random Big six, we good with the poles like a dancer Salty when you see me, just go 'head and put your hands up Say the wrong thing and we blitzin', no prancer Bitches calling, want they man back, I don't answer You should know broke bitch problems, I don't have none I done been in all these dudes pockets like a handgun Opps be trying to take my life, they like a cancer Thought that he could hit just because I said he handsome My partner still mixing promеthazine with the Fanta Rich bitch and I'm stacking chips for my grandson Don't cap about that fake causе we got that shit on camera Savage shit, man it's kinda sad you doing average shit Bad bitch, they be like "your waist just did a magic trick" My side chick Emily, bank account Fabulous Go get you a diamond tester, see how much the karats is You thought it was sweet sweet, let me change the narrative If you come for me, it's gon' be embarrassing Know I got that big bag on me like I'm traveling Brave enough to walk up to Suge and call him Marion Louis V bikini, Balenciaga beanie It's funny how you don't like me but you wanna be me Ain't I out spending money like I got a genie While you in the house bored as hell, looking at TV Each and everywhere I be, know I got that steel on me Poking out my dress like I got a power drill on me Eyeballing your plate, ate your food and I'm still hungry Yeah you on the charts but to us you just a lil homie Yeah Malaynah bossed up, I had no choice Guns in your hand don't make you real, J-Cole voice You making no noise, beasting so I'm so hoarse I'm in the ring, they forget my name like "Go, Floyd!" Your fucking favourite rapper got nothing to show for it I just copped a Beamer, you could show for it 11 Records courtesy, no car note for it And if you wanna pull receipts, bitch I'm so for it
Don't be, don't be, don't be tryna do me I got real hitters with the toolies VVS's dancing on my jewelies I got 'em hot and ready like a 2-piece
I be rocking Christians and Polo Balling, whipping the Rover I'm a bitch when I'm sober I'm so different and colder And my mission is covert Yes I spit that Ebola Cashing out (?) Got a chip on my shoulder I've had the raw fish at Boa Sometimes the fit is from 'Nova Wake 'em up like I'm Folgers Don't catch a clip like a folder I'm doing what I do Just do you LV on my shoes Malaynah, I can't lose
Don't be, don't be, don't be tryna do me I got real hitters with the toolies VVS's dancing on my jewelies I got 'em hot and ready like a 2-piece
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