Lyrics
New Celene, Mary jeans, red laser on the beam
Got the switchie on the (Cannon, Cannon)
Diamonds dancin’ while I’m walkin’
Out the mansion
And I still managed to advance with
All these numbers that ain’t handsome
Label callin’, fuck the label
I ain’t answer ’em
Uh, they can’t blackball me
Uh, matte-black Ferrari, uh
I still get a quarter mill’
To snatch back the party, uh
Slid in her DM and she hit back
She was smart enough
And they say I’m way too, I’m on my racks
I don’t talk enough
Shot caller, I’m callin’ Harden
Up, like, “Yo, come ball for us”
What wе talkin’
Money or these bitchеs? They for all of us
If he ain’t talkin’ no cash
When he start talkin’
They don’t talk to us
Glizzy in my right hand, AP in my left hand
I admired the money and Benjamin
Became my best man she a gold digger
I can see it on her CAT scan
‘Rari in the trenches
Kids be thinkin’ that I’m Batman
Superhero status every time I’m
Out in traffic niggas movin’ backwards
Like they try and make me laughin’
How can I respond when I
Got beef with eighty rappers
Then you see ’em in the streets
And niggas speak, they be cappin’
We too active he got shot up by some shit
He said in his caption
I just seen a RIP post
I don’t really be knowin’ what happened
I’m from Philly, where the
Young niggas drillin’, don’t go to classes
Swing, you’ll get your hands on a MAC
If you get an ambush
You’ll swing, you’ll get your
Hands some crack, ‘fore detention passed me
In the hood, they know
My homie for shootin’, but he had a handle
Could’ve been like Ja Morant
So he got a Glock
Go tell them niggas they not my opps
I’ll go buy they block
Nobody move, somebody move, somebody shot
I’m rockin’ rude
That’s silk smooth on a mega yacht
With a mega thot that got the
Same knees as Megan got i said a lot
But I got everythin’ I said I got
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