[Intro]
DeCicco, what up my nigga?
DeCicco
[Chorus: GDo]
I took a dip in the sauce
To end up a boss
Carry the weight of my losses
Ain't no debating the cost
I made it right to the cream
Benjamin Franky on me
Family hating on me
Plotting to take it from me
Took a dip, in the sauce
To end up a boss
Never settle for losses
I made it right to the cream
Benjamin Franky on me
Family hate how I eat
Plotting to take it from me
[Verse 1: GDo]
Yes I did it again, I’m on a scorestreak
I went over and over again
She seen that rover, and say she coming over again
I'm a high roller, we met like I don't know her again
Watch how I pull off the lot, dropping the top
Culinary ain’t the art, but yeah we good with the Pablo
Know what to do with the rocky, point at the fool and I pop
I'm the plug, she the sidekick, that's why she steady shopping
Fuck her in the [?], its physical, I look like a miracle
Jogger fits no Adidas, we got a check on my tennis shoe
How I'm rockin', I don't want no moppin'
We never serve hits, buts that's always what I’m dropping
Took a dip when I drove my first whip
Got my first clip when I packed my first zip
I was taught to keep some franky on me
That’s the only reason why they hate on me
[Chorus: GDo]
I took a dip in the sauce
To end up a boss
Carry the weight of my losses
Ain't no debating the cost
I made it right to the cream
Benjamin Franky on me
Family hating on me
Plotting to take it from me
Took a dip, in the sauce
To end up a boss
Never settle for losses
I made it right to the cream
Benjamin Franky on me
Family hate how I eat
Plotting to take it from me
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Everybody hate how I eat they just tryna take it from me
I keep on ballin’ and swishin' know that I'm gon' make the league
You run up on me, I’m shooting, I got a Glock with a beam
Ain't no one cool with my team, no you can't move with my team
I just walked up in the party, Xanny got me feelin' nauseous
Ridin' in the 'Rari, please please proceed with caution (Skrrt)
He was talkin' dumb, 'til I run up and I off him
Money on his head, Hitman, highest offer
Ayy, yo' girl on me, yeah she shake it off me
Suppressor on my Glock, I'ma kill him softly
I been ballin' out, damn right I feel like spartan
Run up, that's okay, I'll be shooting out that 'Martin
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