Low C
30
You know we flying
Hey, I'm getting high as fuck
I don't care about you because you don't care about us
I'm just being real, homie
Gucci, not no Prada
Everything you thinking, I thought of
Freaky bitch on tour, yeah, she know I'ma slap her
Yeah, she freaky with the ops, yeah, she know how to top her
Yeah, ride a dick, talking Harry Potter
Yeah, switches on the Glock, we want every problem
Yeah, one hundred P's, yes, I got to cop 'em
Yeah, we smoking good, Area 41
Came from evеry hustle, I want every coin
Camе with all the muscle, we ain't going for nothing
I'm talking to her then catch the feelings, shit is airborne
Yeah, we drop the pin, we on the campus, no dorm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go
Yeah, I'm drippin' in Chanel, for real, never no Moschino
Took two, three shots, yeah, it's time for a sip, no cut the scene
Yeah, I heard you slid on the block, you ain't hit a thing
Drinking bubbly, I love the champagne
Having big ass hoes, big ass dreams
I see handcuffs, off the fucking lean
I had Wockhardt red, it was codeine
I been hitting money signs, ching-ching
Yeah, yeah, I can't stand up
Everything you thinking, I thought of
Freaky bitch on tour, yeah, she know I'ma slap her
Yeah, she freaky with the ops, yeah, she know how to top her
Yeah, ride a dick, talking Harry Potter
Yeah, switches on the Glock, we want every problem
Yeah, one hundred P's, yes, I got to cop 'em
Yeah, we smoking good, Area 41
Came from every hustle, I want every coin
Came with all the muscle, we ain't going for nothing
I'm talking to her then catch the feelings, shit is airborne
Yeah
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