[Intro]
Lamb' truck, I put that top down
I just pulled up in that Lamb' truck and put the top down
I just peeled off in that Cullinan, it made a hiss sound (Bugz on the beat)
New Rollie face on me
Yeah
[Chorus]
Whole lotta hunnids on me (Hunnids), I swear to God they don't see me winnin' (Yeah)
New Rollie face on me, I swear to God right now I'm swimmin' (You already know)
All of these thotties on me, yeah, I love my wealth (Wealth)
Yeah, O-X-Y, why I'm snorin', I'm off the X, I need more, yeah (More)
Tell the lil' bitch, "I need more head"
Tell that bitch, "I need more bread" (Bread)
Tell that bitch, "I need some more head" (Head)
Tell that bitch, "I'm gettin' racks", yeah (Racks, yeah)
Rockin' that Alex McQueen, ooh
Rockin' that brand-new Fendi, dude (Rockin that')
Rockin' that brand-new Givenchy, dude (Dude)
Rockin' that brand-new Christian Loub' (Loub')
Yeah, right out the plane, you get spilled, aah-ah
Melon, gon' get your ass peeled, ah-ah (Ah-ah)
[Verse]
Thought I died, died, died, thought I died, yeah-yeah
I can't open my eyes, yeah, I don't know why, yeah-yeah (I don't know why)
Only gon' try, fuck that, definitely died
I woke up, somethin' ain't feel right (Right)
I'm tryin' explain to you guys
I was on two hundred milligrams of fresh Vicodins (Yeah)
And I was on two-two– (Three), two-two-two 10s (Perc'), Percs (Oxy'), yeah
And I took some X and I was off this earth, yeah (No)
And I done put some opium powder inside of my fuckin' apple juice (What?), yeah
How did I not die, tell me that? (Yeah)
Yeah, nine times outta ten, bitch, in the past (Uh)
I-I-I-I only live it now
Mmm (Yeah)
Brand-new Rollie face on me, it's wet right now, I'm swimming
All my wifies love it submissive
I only make them hits, what the fuck to me is a miss?
Hold on, slide (Slide), hold on, slide (Slide), hold on, die (Slide), hold on, die
We gon' die, we gon' die, we don't care, we gon' ride (Ride)
We been flyin' on these jets (Flyin', phew)
I ain't lyin' 'bout these baguettes (Brrt, brrt)
All this Cullinan and Rolls-Royces (Swerve), travel the jets
Yeah, Issey Miyake the bag, yeah, UNDERCOVER the tags, yeah (Mm-yeah, yeah)
Under cover the texts with her, got in to go and have sex with her (Let's go)
They ask if I would ride if I die (Die), I told 'em "Oh yeah" (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain't flyin', I'm drivin' the Tesla, oh-yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Whole lotta hunnids on me (Hunnids), I swear to God they don't see me winnin' (Yeah)
New Rollie face on me, I swear to God right now I'm swimmin' (You already know)
All of these thotties on me, yeah, I love my wealth (Wealth)
Yeah, O-X-Y, why I'm snorin', I'm off the X, I need more, yeah (More)
Tell the lil' bitch, "I need more head"
Tell that bitch, "I need more bread" (Bread)
Tell that bitch, "I need some more head" (Head)
Tell that bitch, "I'm gettin' racks", yeah (Racks, yeah)
Rockin' that Alex McQueen, ooh
Rockin' that brand-new Fendi, dude (Rockin that')
Rockin' that brand-new Givenchy, dude (Dude)
Rockin' that brand-new Christian Loub' (Loub')
Yeah, right out the plane, you get spilled, aah-ah
Melon, gon' get your ass peeled, ah-ah (Ah-ah)
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