[Intro]
You livin' lavish, nigga?
Go, yeah
Yeah
Go
[Chorus]
Kick shit like I'm Jaden Smith
Yeah, my shoes could pay your rent (Yeah)
I just bought them they whole swag, now she a prada bitch (Go)
Pull up, pull up in that Redeye and pull off, it go schitz'
Would I be counting these dead guys, if I trust your shit? (Bih)
I would probably be a dead guy somewhere in a ditch
Man, I went and I get too fly, this shit don't make no sense
Nowadays I cannot do new ties, I'm riding with the clique
Boy, you better keep your balance, step on my drip and trip
[Verse]
Boy, you better keep your racks in, oh yeah-yeah-yeah
Bitch, boujee and ratchet, oh yeah-yeah-yeah
Fuck the crowd, bitch, fuck, I know, yeah-yeah-yeah
Fuck nigga go active oh yeah-yeah-yeah
You livin' lavish, nigga?
GOSTAR, go sharp (Bitch, yeah, yeah)
On turn, my swag (What?), on turn, my bag
You stabbed my back (Yeah)
Look at my tags, yeah (Yeah)
Look at my racks (Yeah)
Fuck boy get stretched (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
GOSTAR, GOSTAR, yeah
GOSTAR, GOSTAR, yeah
GOSTAR, GOSTAR, yeah
[Chorus]
Kick shit like I'm Jaden Smith
Yeah, my shoes could pay your rent (Yeah)
I just bought them they whole swag, now she a prada bitch (Go)
Pull up, pull up in that Redeye and pull off, it go schitz'
Would I be counting these dead guys, if I trust your shit? (Bih)
I would probably be a dead guy somewhere in a ditch
Man, I went and I get too fly, this shit don't make no sense
Nowadays I cannot do new ties, I'm riding with the clique (Skrrt, skrrt)
Boy, you better keep your balance, step on my drip and trip
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