Hol' up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh (bitch)

Walk down my block with that bust down, they gon' stare
Living like a demon but I'm rocking Palm Angels
Thought he was a demon, he got turnt into an angel
Now they put his a picture on a shirt, and they framed him
This bitch ate my dick don't even know that's what the fame do
I ain't even gotta talk that's what the chain do
Blip, blip, blip, blip, blip, blip
That's what the game do
Flip, flip, flip flip, flip, flip
That's what they can't do
Pull up to the block they like, "Ay, is that foreign?"
I was trappin' early in the mornin', y'all was snoring
I was up serving all them fiends what I'm doing
Now this ain't no Kool-Aid bitch, it's lean what I'm pouring
Goofy bitch, tryna give her a check said she don't want no bands
Shut up bitch, you know you selling pussy you got an OnlyFans
I ain't mean to swerve on 'em (skrt) I was in a Lamb
Diamond just hit a splurge on 'em all they do is dance

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Writer(s): Rakim Hasheem Allen, Vu Dieu