Not even chatting to these bruddas, man
They're boys, man, baby boys
Still got Oysters and that
Not even oyster perpetuals
Time's different on their wrists
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad
Yeah, fuck it, I'm a selfish prick
Stacking I go getting rich
Rocking YSL and shit
You in the ghetto getting nicked
Champagne glasses in the whip
Moses told me that it's lit
I've got makeup on my dick
Holy cow, holy shit
Wore no collars when we met
Make up stories in their heads
When this morning, made some eggs
For your bae in my bed
I have things but not success
I got steaks and overheads
Closed mouths don't get fed
Boy, you tired, go to bed
I'm alive and I'm a ledge
You're alive, so why you dead?
Imhotep in the flesh
Boujee bastard in the flesh
Niggas say it with their chest
I just say it, then it's pressed
'Raris in the SLS
Parties in the SLS
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck
God, I hate these sycophants
Everything that's in my head
Sound like Kanye when he raps
I don't do this for my 'Gram
I don't do this for no bants
Why you tweeting me this shit?
You ain't fucking relevant
Someone tell 'em that I'm woke
Someone tell 'em that he's broke
Someone tell 'em that the boy done seen a mill at 24
In Australia for a show
You in Shoreditch doing coke
I got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kings all in my lineage
No trace, no witness
Pray to God for forgiveness
Lambo all tinted
The kids all know the plate
Chicks go all the way
It's one phone call away
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad
I'm a boss
In a Porsche
It's very posh
Too much sauce
Too much sauce
And my house is like my exes
Too much sauce
My Lamborghini
It look like Jaws
That's not a Roley
It's Michael Kors
Too much sauce
You best run back to your older boy
I know young Gs is gon' FaceTime if they wil' out like Soulja Boy
Like rah
Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals Time's different on their wrists Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad, like holy moly Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad Yeah, fuck it, I'm a selfish prick Stacking I go getting rich Rocking YSL and shit You in the ghetto getting nicked Champagne glasses in the whip Moses told me that it's lit I've got makeup on my dick Holy cow, holy shit Wore no collars when we met Make up stories in their heads When this morning, made some eggs For your bae in my bed I have things but not success I got steaks and overheads Closed mouths don't get fed Boy, you tired, go to bed I'm alive and I'm a ledge You're alive, so why you dead? Imhotep in the flesh Boujee bastard in the flesh Niggas say it with their chest I just say it, then it's pressed 'Raris in the SLS Parties in the SLS Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad, like holy moly Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck God, I hate these sycophants Everything that's in my head Sound like Kanye when he raps I don't do this for my 'Gram I don't do this for no bants Why you tweeting me this shit? You ain't fucking relevant Someone tell 'em that I'm woke Someone tell 'em that he's broke Someone tell 'em that the boy done seen a mill at 24 In Australia for a show You in Shoreditch doing coke I got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kings all in my lineage No trace, no witness Pray to God for forgiveness Lambo all tinted The kids all know the plate Chicks go all the way It's one phone call away Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad, like holy moly Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad I'm a boss In a Porsche It's very posh Too much sauce Too much sauce And my house is like my exes Too much sauce My Lamborghini It look like Jaws That's not a Roley It's Michael Kors Too much sauce You best run back to your older boy I know young Gs is gon' FaceTime if they wil' out like Soulja Boy Like rah Explain Request ×
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