Play with my bands, I play with your life
Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I'm steppin' outside
Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up, but it ain't no love when it comin' from you guys
Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope, but outside, I'll show you how to sell it
Ain't from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain
Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this motherfucker spinnin'
I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin', dappin' in my businеss
I hit this bitch with a million, cool
She fuckin' with me, I left hеr knees numb
Step on the back, CeeLo
Then spend your money on Chrome Heart
Thought this nigga was slimy
Damn, these snitches broke my heart
Yeah I'm designer glasses wearin', I just gotta tote the pole
I gotta remind you everyday, tryna act all hard, we spin it today
I ain't sparin' no nigga, get shot in the face
I'm drinkin' Bel Air right now, ain't no spade
And I came in with chains, too
Yeah, she came with an attitude
So I already know it's a stinky mood
And you already know that I'm gettin' approved
I ain't lyin' around, I got shit to do
Jackin', wipin' you down like Boosie Boo
I'm the one, I won't be a fuckin' tool
And I'm workin', better check the mood
I don't care, in the fuckin' street, just know you will get got
Play with my bands, I play with your life
Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I'm steppin' outside
Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up, but it ain't no love when it comin' from you guys
Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope, but outside, I'll show you how to sell it
Ain't from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain
Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this motherfucker spinnin'
I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin', dappin' in my business
Act like a cry baby 'cause I spoil her, she so lit right now
You tryna stash her up, or boss her up? Gon' 'head penthouse
If I didn't make it in this rap shit, still would, havin' too many hustles
They don't wanna see the YSL fat, so we havin' too many muscles
Pullin' your car when a nigga bluffin'
Yeah we just sleep in Hermès covers
How the fuck you call yourself a shooter?
Boy, you tiptoein', you ain't really steppin'
Boy, I been doin' what the fuck I want
Y'all niggas just not gettin'
It feel like in a Goyard
I ain't lost love for my motherfuckin' hood
But I lost love for my motherfuckin' ho
Ain't surprised by that fuckboy's actions
'Cause I already knew how this shit was gon' go
This shit off the head, this shit ain't wrote
Low
Louis the sweater, then Louis the shoes
I could have fucked that ho so long, but I invited her group
Play with my bands, I play with your life
Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I'm steppin' outside
Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up, but it ain't no love when it comin' from you guys
Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope, but outside, I'll show you how to sell it
Ain't from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain
Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this motherfucker spinnin'
I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin', dappin' in my business