[Chorus: Strick]
They said we want fame, we came up too quick (Yeah), wait
Fades with fades with ice on the road
With a thot, she play hockey how she slid it to me
They point us up like we stars in the sky, you see? (Yeah)
Galaxy ceilin', got the Wraith two-tone
Summertime vibes, let it list freak hoes
Still see the same signs when I wake up (When I wake up)
Bad bitch in every times, I'm like Jacob
[Verse 1: Strick]
Slime, ayy, man, make you touch your toes
I'm with So Icy, no La Flare, we will snatch your ho
I went and bought a thousand pair of designer robes (Oh)
They know it's YSL just by the smell
Biscotti, oh, she cough a blunt with a freak
We been cashin' out on them bills, but everybody free (Everybody free)
High and we smokin' thirty thousand free (Thirty thousand free)
Secret society, we just ask loyalty, keep that shit on fleek (Yeah)
Star lifestyle, ayy
They say we up, that's no fact now
Said they show up at the hotel with a pack now
Put the Maybach 'round the corner and they back out
[Chorus: Strick]
They said we want fame, we came up too quick (Yeah), wait
Fades with fades with ice on the road
With a thot, she play hockey how she slid it to me
They point us up like we stars in the sky, you see? (Yeah)
Galaxy ceilin', got the Wraith two-tone
Summertime vibes, let it list freak hoes
Still see the same signs when I wake up (When I wake up)
Bad bitch in every times, I'm like Jacob
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Top off from the wing, see the nightfall (Oh-oh)
The only time I hit your bitch if it's a booty call (Booty call)
I had to climb inside that pussy, she was super tall (Super tall)
Got me these diamonds and an Audemar, that's fully frost (Fully frost)
Young Wunna, Wunna, money, so them niggas for the type (Type)
That shit feel different, how these millions keep comin' a mic' (Yeah)
I slip a wood grain in that Bentley, show you right (Show you right)
VVS, my lil' bitch, how I'm in, she say I'm cold as ice (Cold as ice)
Yeah, slime anaconda (Slime), came up off a pointer
Always high, I'm a stoner (I'm a stoner), they paint, then post it, post it
My life a roller coaster, let my dawg, they hold for closers (Yeah)
My Glock don't got no holdster, I ain't scared of none of these vultures (Nah)
[Chorus: Strick]
They said we want fame, we came up too quick (Yeah), wait
Fades with fades with ice on the road
With a thot, she play hockey how she slid it to me
They point us up like we stars in the sky, you see? (Yeah)
Galaxy ceilin', got the Wraith two-tone
Summertime vibes, let it list freak hoes
Still see the same signs when I wake up (When I wake up)
Bad bitch in every times, I'm like Jacob
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