Got double B all on my fit, every time I rock all black
These niggas keep talking 'bout killings but we know they ain't doing that
Havin' Rick Owens all on my ass
For these jeans, spent 'bout a rack
Sending these packs out through the mail but you know I get 'em right back
No I ain't worried 'bout no hoe, I got money on my mind
I'm a star so I put diamonds 'round my neck so I can shine
Give a fuck what a hoe got going on
She hit my phone, I press decline
It's just me and Roccet, pouring up that drank, we poured some lines (woah, woah)
Pull of Z06, you can hear the engine when it whine (Skrtt)
I ain't stressing 'bout these bitches 'cause I know these hoes ain't mine
Ion never believe shit they say 'cause I know they be lying
Just threw a tuning kit inside the GT3, I spent a dime
Bitch, I'm swaggin', I'm surfin', moving pounds, I'm working
I put shawty in CELINE, no, I could never buy her Birkin
Every time them lil hoes play my song, them hoes, they get to twerking
I'll never tell nobody my business, them birds be chirping
Bad bitch see me with a lot of cash, she get to flirting
My trap be going brazy, nigga, I swear I'm having these Percs in
Hit that lil hoe from the back, she like the way I put that work in
I blocked that lil bitch my Instagram, don't know why she be lurking
Had to block her off my page 'cause lately, she been stalking me
And lately, these niggas been copying my swag but I ain't tripping 'cause that shit ain't cheap, nah
The way we hop on the beats is the same way, yeah, that we hop out the Jeep, walk down
Me and Five both got red keys, put our horsepowers together, you know that's a trippy lil sound (Blatt, blatt)
Vibe from the bay put work in, yeah, she love how I'm swaggin' and surfin', yeah
And her pussy get wet, Tsunami, but I'm suited up like I was sponsored by Nautica
She ain't trippin', I spoil her, word, she keep her pearls on when I'm fucking her
Be cautious nigga, put shit down if you fuck with her
Got double B all on my fit, every time I rock all black
These niggas keep talking 'bout killings but we know they ain't doing that
Havin' Rick Owens all on my ass
For these jeans, spent 'bout a rack
Sending these packs out through the mail but you know I get 'em right back
No I ain't worried 'bout no hoe, I got money on my mind
I'm a star so I put diamonds 'round my neck so I can shine
Give a fuck what a hoe got going on
She hit my phone, I press decline
It's just me and Roccet, pouring up that drank, we poured some lines (Bitch, I'm Countinbodiez)