Bora Bora

[Intro]

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

[Chorus]

All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet

I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check

Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek

I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks

I know one bitch asked me for a flight, but she ain't ate it yet

I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back

Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back

I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act

[Verse 1]

Off a lotta pills, kissin' bitches, ew

Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel

Don't get caught with the scale, bro 'nem died in the field

We had to split our meals, went half for hotels

Gotta watch your mans, that's the beauty of the streets

Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast

Never call my phone about the opps 'cause ain't no peace

Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police

[Chorus]

All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet

I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check

Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek

I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks

I know one bitch asked me for a flight, but she ain't ate it yet

I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back

Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back

I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act

[Verse 2]

Funeral, suit and tie, I'll shoot for the guys

Takin' shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now

I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now

I put blood in my Shahada, I got kufis with me now

Feel like I'm dyin', I'm too high, Pluto died in the Chi

Got me ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now

Hunnid rounds on him now

Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto...

[Chorus]

All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet

I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check

Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek

I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks

I know one bitch asked me for a flight, but she ain't ate it yet

I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back

Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back

I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act