Album: Single release only (2018)
Charted: 89
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  • Ayo, did this shit in one take
    Ayo

    Check my bankroll ayo 400k for vehicle
    Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django
    Interior look mango shotgun grape he look like mayo
    Golden voice on payroll neck all gold like kayo corp
    We aim at dorks get out the way yo
    Keep them bucks in banks like yayo
    Swampy niggas out the bayou
    Pockets flooded yall be dilute watered down
    I'm big mac I'm quarter pound you chicken nugget
    Fuck it travel bag Balenciaga 30,000 just for luggage
    Financial advisor buggin' flower boy is buzzin'
    Grammy-nominated tell yo cousin ain't nobody fucking with him

    Man, now they go
    I cut off some friends, where they go
    I stick to the plan that's the goal
    Fuck these niggas man that's for sure

    Uno the shoe red with the blue look like a flag what the fuck it do
    Golf be the set no more OF like Ron Artest bitch we aim for your neck
    Give a fuck about you or your respect yeah that way
    Fuck your accolades but I made the cut like I pack a blade
    You could call me brush I've been making waves
    Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade but that's 92 I'm 91
    Watts riot in my blood nigga whats up and that pussy pink like the drink in my cup
    Lemonade yeah its minute maid I been getting paid pockets gaining weight
    Your bank statements on Mary Kate but that's up to you

    Man, now they go
    I cut off some friends, where they go
    I stick to the plan that's the goal
    Fuck these niggas man that's for sure

    Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me
    Skin glowing clear of acne diamonds see through so holographic
    Red ones look like Aidan Mackey spent dinero like taxi driver
    Handmade is that thing with tires but I rode the bike
    And vill tail behind me and he got the cannon like he bagged Mariah
    Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron
    And he do what I says like Simon no violence and my guy mixed like jambalaya
    Man fuck with the fam we in Japan bitch you're a bum see you dont understand
    Yeah, I cut off some friends t where you been? Bitch im in bel air been looking for land
    Need a spot in the hills not the beach need a pool
    Just to cool it I do need the grass not the sand
    Got enough rocks, see check my hand
    And I got crack watch how I talk
    And it's still wolf gang bitch watch how I bark
    Wallace still tripping on shit that I bought
    But, I really do not care the cost cause okra

    Man, now they go
    I cut off some friends Writer/s: Tyler Gregory Okonma
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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