Bend her over, then I murk herCall Gunna if you want you a Birkin"Oh, Baby, you be lyin' in your versesEI be hearin', say you buyin' 'em purses"I can't even lie, you ain't my typeYou ain't even all that fine in personI can guarantee you if you my kindEShe got every bag you can imagineBig house, I can really be braggin'Hundred thousand in my mouth like, "What's happenin'?"Not the big cheap teeth, that's embarrasin'EHe ain't me, you can keep the comparisonsMy bitch probably one of the baddestGood girl, turned her into a savageDispatch, got a problem in trafficEWe came through in matching G-WagensLow-key, I've been keeping it classyCould be really out here doin' 'em nastyNiggas couldn't even see me in last yearEJust started and them niggas in last gearI ain't even try to and I passed 'emGiving looks, I contribute to fashionDrop a song, I be giving them captionsEStand alone, not your regular rapper[Chorus]Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriendSee me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfectWork hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woahYeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woahMatter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah[Próxima Parte]Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woahTurn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah (Yeah)[Verse 2]I put the dope in the back of the car and I tell 'em to goShe hit when she land, she bring me the bands, she back on the roadShe know how I get when I get in that modeAin't fuckin' with bitches, ain't buying no clothesEWanna do shows and make me some songsMake sure that other shit come in, get soldWe fuck with the strippers 'cause we play with polesWe play with our money and not with our noseEI used to go to the West to get loadsI just came back from the West with a trophyI'm on some more shitShe said she miss it and sendin' emojisNo time to kick it, I'm always in motionECan't say I miss you, I don't got emotionsI'm on that back-when-I slept-on-the-floor shitI'm on that me-and-the-bro-kick-a-door shitI'm on that back-when-I-stood-at-the-stove shitEAin't goin' broke, I'm just back on my old shitI'm takin' drugs, I don't know how to cope itI know one thing, I'm never gon' be hopelessIf you tell 'em what was said, you a rodentEDrive the new Corvette like it's stolen, yeah[Chorus][Próxima Parte]Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woahETurn me up some more so my haters can hear it[Próxima Parte]Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woahTurn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah
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Bend her over, then I murk her
Call Gunna if you want you a Birkin
"Oh, Baby, you be lyin' in your verses
E
I be hearin', say you buyin' 'em purses"
I can't even lie, you ain't my type
You ain't even all that fine in person
I can guarantee you if you my kind
E
She got every bag you can imagine
Big house, I can really be braggin'
Hundred thousand in my mouth like, "What's happenin'?"
Not the big cheap teeth, that's embarrasin'
E
He ain't me, you can keep the comparisons
My bitch probably one of the baddest
Good girl, turned her into a savage
Dispatch, got a problem in traffic
E
We came through in matching G-Wagens
Low-key, I've been keeping it classy
Could be really out here doin' 'em nasty
Niggas couldn't even see me in last year
E
Just started and them niggas in last gear
I ain't even try to and I passed 'em
Giving looks, I contribute to fashion
Drop a song, I be giving them captions
E
Stand alone, not your regular rapper
[Chorus]
Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)
You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend
See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect
Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah
Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah
Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah
[Próxima Parte]
Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I put the dope in the back of the car and I tell 'em to go
She hit when she land, she bring me the bands, she back on the road
She know how I get when I get in that mode
Ain't fuckin' with bitches, ain't buying no clothes
E
Wanna do shows and make me some songs
Make sure that other shit come in, get sold
We fuck with the strippers 'cause we play with poles
We play with our money and not with our nose
E
I used to go to the West to get loads
I just came back from the West with a trophy
I'm on some more shit
She said she miss it and sendin' emojis
No time to kick it, I'm always in motion
E
Can't say I miss you, I don't got emotions
I'm on that back-when-I slept-on-the-floor shit
I'm on that me-and-the-bro-kick-a-door shit
I'm on that back-when-I-stood-at-the-stove shit
E
Ain't goin' broke, I'm just back on my old shit
I'm takin' drugs, I don't know how to cope it
I know one thing, I'm never gon' be hopeless
If you tell 'em what was said, you a rodent
E
Drive the new Corvette like it's stolen, yeah
[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
E
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it
[Próxima Parte]
Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah
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