What the fuck that's some 808s yeah Still that fade away I'm shooting shit up Steak yeah I'm bulling shit up What the fuck I'm not surprised where they fit ain't nothing Who told you lies I'm outside with a freak mask up it's my disguise Heard you got called I can't get in that section gotta move wise I'm tatted up trap Momma do you see me I made my whole for a cop Lamborghini You reach for this chain now my gang screaming free me Bitches have Vivienne Westwood hoe these real VVs I can't show you how to pop it huh huh She like teach me I don't need no jewelry Eyes weird shawty got that water and she from Missouri Cocaine pelle pelle jacket VVs to match it Racks pocking out my fucking pockets so she know I'm heaven Swept off her feet yeah she dressed me I'm Aladdin yeah Stepping on you niggas not for fashion yeah Chrome Hearts on crosses up but my life upside down You say I can't come to what nigga I'm good uptown You ain't got no hood You ain't got no block You ain't got no gang These niggas be I put this stick right through your face And watch your piss run down your socks Pick a number add a double 0 These niggas be making up blocks This sound is 00 these niggas know I'm a blakk rokkstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk rockstar I'm a blakk
Call that bitch she will kill some No kidding I don't feel none Did I hurt your feelings get in your bag I drop ceilings I made men Pop Tesla taking off on they ass Do you think I have propellers Cause I'm so fly I'm the pilot I got them wings now Porsche GT3 RS got we ain't got All that rock shit what you singing about You don't need no diamond Tesla My diamonds blinging out Pointers on chains look like polka dots Work at a casino I got a She like she like She I'm about to send her through the matress Fuck I'm trying to pull up and do you Got chemistry you would've thought that I knew her She don't got a Run for run sober I don't need a pill I don't need no hunnid oh you want some money I'm a young nigga but I'm not a dummy Old hoe trying to take advantage New hoe she don't understand it I know what I want I'm demanding You know what to do when it goes you gon panic Ain't nothing for certain I can't take nothing for granted Bankroll too big can't rubber band it Flew her overseas she tanning Fuck your ex said these niggas need rebranding
Compositores: Ken Carson, F1LTHY, Warpstr, Einthismf & young emphasis