Woah, woah
I got somethin' for these niggas (woah), I got somethin' for these hoes (woah)
Fuck the internet, I know my pole never see a troll (woah, woah)
Beatin' out her back, you would've thought this lil bitch stole (woah)
Princess cut white gold (woah)
His diamonds not shinin' (woah)
My whole chain hit harder than yours, you need to check them diamonds (woah)
Neck on froze, every time I walk in the room, I switch the climate (woah)
Those aren't mine, don't know where to start, lookin' to find it (woah)
Dye my dreads, iconic (woah)
She don't talk 'bout shit, she shinin' (woah, woah)
Wake up, knock off her bonnet (woah)
She a freak, want morning sex (woah)
Money freak, I want more of the checks (woah)
Money geek, I been sendin' you bands (woah, woah)
This one chain costs a band (woah)
Take his chain, I was Armstrong, Lance (woah)
Now I'm jiggin', I don't dance (woah)
Fuck the clothes, tryna own land (woah)
Fuck these hoes, tryna stay focused (woah)
She a Flowerbomb, yellow lotus (woah)
Alien, I'm Paul, no Logan (woah)
But I stay with twin, like Jake (woah)
These niggas keep rappin' 'bout Dracs (woah)
I'm pushin' up with. 308s (woah)
Glock. 40 in my shirt and my waist (woah)
I fuck with that bitch, she got taste (woah)
She know that I'm up, so she lazy (woah)
She don't know that I stay in danger (woah)
Head cool, but her pussy amazing (woah)
Head cool, but her pussy the one (woah)
I already had 'em kick 'em out the spot, them bitches wasn't talkin' 'bout nothin' (woah)
I'm makin' her roll up my blunt (woah)
Can't kick it, no, you cannot punt (woah)
No, Yves, the Saint Laurent (woah)
Got paper and rollin' a blunt (woah)
Bend it over, I spit on her cunt (woah)
Would've thought I was lickin' a blunt (woah)
Tom Cruise, I do my own stunts
YVL, yeah, this how I front
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
She said she wanna fuck a rock star, yeah
Say so, these niggas not hard, yeah
Tell me more, we came way too far, yeah
She like Xans and coke, girl, tell me, where you get this addiction? (Yeah)
Tell me what's the problem, is it somethin' I'm missin'? (Yeah)
I swear, I'm so done with these same bitches (yeah)
She talk behind her friend back, them be the main bitches
And she won't talk to ya if you ain't got a mean wrist
You gotta have a mil' and she can't even spot a real Richard
Rolex Presidential, iced out, this bitch on blizzard
Now I cut you off before I ever compensate with you
Chrome Hearts, Chuck Taylors, I don't wanna converse with you
10K for the Rick Owens blazer and we bomb shit like Al-Qaeda
Can't see me on your radar, give a fuck, I'll never date her
This shit comin' in, add it up, where your calculator?
GTSE Benz, stick on me, yeah, that's how I spin
Guard up, I can't let you know, I can't let you in
I can't let a bitch let me down, no, not again
Fuck, you seein' my life a movie, a scene, tell me, are you in?
I'm the one who put that CDG on your cardigan
I'm the one who put them ra-ra-racks in your purse, yeah
I'm in that bitch, tell me, go, tell me, go tax for the work
I'm in this bitch with OPM BABI told me I was gon' go up first
I'm in this bitch with Isaac, I got Actual Hate on my shirt
I'm in this bitch with Moon, he a producer, engineer, and DJ
He wanna be the groom, his bride got Ken Carson on replay
I drop in your room, I run this shit up, yeah, like relay
424s, leather jeans look like denim, racks stuffed in 'em
Saw that car in his video, woah, I know it's rental
I ain't mean to hit your ho, woah, it's accidental
I can call her back whenever I want, woah, this shit mental
I made so many M's, poppin' my shit on instrumentals
I made so many M's, my mom and sister straight, yeah, forever
I told you, if fuckin' hoes were a sport, I'd have a gold medal
I told you before these hoes–
