Drink the pint by end of night, no I don't sip no green
Balenciaga, Tint Excel, designer sneaks a thing
How my mama say I'm cool, my father say I'm fiend
I just walked inside the bitch, yeah, I fucked up the scene
Not a lot of niggas lead, a lot of them just follow
Rockin' Rick-y one of one, feel like a fashion model
Monte Carlo Goyard piece bag hold the extra auto
Drill Louis', new fashion season, shit it Ty Stephano (uh, uh-huh)
Balenci', Balenci' all on my ankle (uh-huh)
That bitch broke, she ain't havin' no peso (ah, ah)
Stay out the beef or get hit by tomatoes
I know a real goofy who act like a gangsta (ah, yeah it's me)
I know a real bitch who don't find she special (ah, yeah it's me)
They all switched up yet I'm the one who changed (ah, yeah it's me)
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I don't like hoes, get the fuck out my face
I don't wanna argue, I changed my ways
Been walkin' a little different, they said I was a ticket (ah, uh-huh)
If it wasn't for E, I'd be dead or in prison (ah)
If it wasn't for Von, I'd be punchin' the clock (yeah it's me)
He flexin' his wrist, that's a moissanite watch (uh, uh-huh)
Uh (ooh-wee), uh-huh
Put the heat on the grill and I watch who pop (ooh, ah, ah)
You can look in my eyes and just tell that I mean it (yeah, yeah, ah)
I know that I'm different, I know that I'm gifted, that's why I stay distant
Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
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