She said, "Don
I wanna live this life forever"
Ride around town, big Draco, my umbrella
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby
Just keep that shit on the low

Ain't no cameras in the crib unless a
Nigga mix the Marni with the Rick
She like how I put that shit on, woah, woah
Woah i'm the shit now, woah, woah, woah

No, I'm not tryna be rude, baby, but
These bitches, they coming in two, baby
I want a part of me, like woah, woah, woah
Check the call like woah, woah, woah
Now I'm getting hella love like, woah
Mass drugs every weekend
Rich nigga lifestyle, woah
I have some dеmons, don't let
Them shit's fuck with you
I'm like tеll me something I ain't know
Basically I got a chrome heart so I
Put that shit on my clothes
Out of town life, woah
Tell me if you gon' go
I ain't know that you used to
I can boss your life up, woah
Tell me something I ain't used to
Show me something I ain't never shown
She need CPR, it's hard to breathe, got me
Catching my breath, she got me like, woah
Woah body Bentley, woah, cash, flip it, woah
Nobu, poppin' doors, take my shit to go, go
Niggas talking out of touch, TMZ
Ride around with a Drac', PND
I just rolled up with an 8, DDD
Sound like that bitch got a stutter, DDD
Notice how a nigga rock, Tommy Lee
Now my shit look like a rock, PnB
Had to reach out to all of my niggas
Get a bag, watch me double up, flip it up
Bitch, and I feel like a Don, my nigga
These Jeremy Scott wings got me flying
Lil' nigga
That's your ho, why she follow a nigga?
That's your bitch, why she follow my niggas?
Brand new Trackhawk, speed racin'
Brand new Marni shoes, no laces
Girl, tattoo my government name
It's a whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, rubber band, bitch
I'm the rubber band man
I know you want me, you acting bipolar again
Uh, ayy, stop mo'fuckin' lying
I know you ain't sober again
Sober, sober, sober, sober

But fuck it, she said, "Don
I wanna live this life forever"
(Over, over, over)
Ride around town, big Draco, my umbrella
(My umbrella-brella)
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby
Just keep that shit on the low (On the low)

I've been out like, hell yeah, hell yeah
These Rick Owen flip flops
Baby, like, "That's Rag3 Kidd"
Hell, yeah, yeah, got this shit on gridlock
(Woah)
Why these bitches never act right? (Woah)
All she wanted was that Act' right? (Woah)
In Colorado Springs that night, it's okay
On God

She said, "Don
I wanna live this life forever"
(yeah, yeah, on God)
Round around town, big Draco, my umbrella
(My umbrella-brella)
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby
Just keep that shit on the low (On the low)

Ain't no cameras in the crib unless a
Nigga mix the Marni with the Rick
She like how I put that shit on, woah, woah
Woah i'm the shit now, woah, woah, woah

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