They be like 5-star, yeah, you on that new shit
Count these blue strips, run it up with the crew, bitch
Your diamonds foo, bitch, cook it up like stew, bitch
He steady pole flexing, but he ain't gon' do shit
My new chop, got a kick, I call it Lui kang
Lil' bitch, talking shit, shut the f*ck up, give me my brain
And I ain't got no time for no jokes, just like I'm Bruce Wayne
And I ain't finna stop till I get a mil', just like I'm Lil' Wayne
Balenciaga boots, bitch, I'm walkin' in the rain
Lil' bitch, I'm killing shit, you could call me Max Payne
How the f*ck you wanna be one of us? Go finish the campaign
Purple tip on every f*ckin' bullet, it's finna be purple rain
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Yeah, I keep that pole with me, lil' bitch, but I ain't playin' golf
And he was talkin' shit, but he'll, nah, yeah, he ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Nigga ran off when he seen them f*ckin' switches
Leave that nigga missin', leave his body in the trenches
I was tryna beat the level like it's Red Ball
Lil' nigga seen an Acog, he ran off like it's baseball
Internet tweakers be cappin' out of they jaws
Make the money spawn like a wizard, call me John Wall
It's a parade up in my city like I'm Ja Morant
I could get you stepped on, lil' nigga, you's a f*ckin ant
I'm tryna make the money grow, lil' nigga, like a f*ckin' plant
How the f*ck you say you want motion, but ain't got no plan
They be like, 5-star, yeah, you on that new shit
Count these blue strips, run it up with the crew, bitch
Yo' diamond's foo, bitch, cook it up like stew, bitch
He steady pole flexin', but he ain't gon' do shit
They be like, 5-star, yeah, you on that new shit
Count these blue strips, run it up with the crew, bitch yo diamonds foo bitch
Cook it up like stew, bitch
He steady pole flexin', but he ain't gon' do shit
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Yeah, I keep that pole with me, lil' bitch, but I ain't playin' golf
Yeah, he was talkin' shit, but hell nah, yeah, he ran off
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They be like 5-star, yeah, you on that new shit
Count these blue strips, run it up with the crew, bitch
Your diamonds foo, bitch, cook it up like stew, bitch
He steady pole flexing, but he ain't gon' do shit
My new chop, got a kick, I call it Lui kang
Lil' bitch, talking shit, shut the f*ck up, give me my brain
And I ain't got no time for no jokes, just like I'm Bruce Wayne
And I ain't finna stop till I get a mil', just like I'm Lil' Wayne
Balenciaga boots, bitch, I'm walkin' in the rain
Lil' bitch, I'm killing shit, you could call me Max Payne
How the f*ck you wanna be one of us? Go finish the campaign
Purple tip on every f*ckin' bullet, it's finna be purple rain
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Yeah, I keep that pole with me, lil' bitch, but I ain't playin' golf
And he was talkin' shit, but he'll, nah, yeah, he ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Nigga ran off when he seen them f*ckin' switches
Leave that nigga missin', leave his body in the trenches
I was tryna beat the level like it's Red Ball
Lil' nigga seen an Acog, he ran off like it's baseball
Internet tweakers be cappin' out of they jaws
Make the money spawn like a wizard, call me John Wall
It's a parade up in my city like I'm Ja Morant
I could get you stepped on, lil' nigga, you's a f*ckin ant
I'm tryna make the money grow, lil' nigga, like a f*ckin' plant
How the f*ck you say you want motion, but ain't got no plan
They be like, 5-star, yeah, you on that new shit
Count these blue strips, run it up with the crew, bitch
Yo' diamond's foo, bitch, cook it up like stew, bitch
He steady pole flexin', but he ain't gon' do shit
They be like, 5-star, yeah, you on that new shit
Count these blue strips, run it up with the crew, bitch yo diamonds foo bitch
Cook it up like stew, bitch
He steady pole flexin', but he ain't gon' do shit
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Yeah, I keep that pole with me, lil' bitch, but I ain't playin' golf
Yeah, he was talkin' shit, but hell nah, yeah, he ran off
Count these blue strips, run it up with the crew, bitch
Your diamonds foo, bitch, cook it up like stew, bitch
He steady pole flexing, but he ain't gon' do shit
My new chop, got a kick, I call it Lui kang
Lil' bitch, talking shit, shut the f*ck up, give me my brain
And I ain't got no time for no jokes, just like I'm Bruce Wayne
And I ain't finna stop till I get a mil', just like I'm Lil' Wayne
Balenciaga boots, bitch, I'm walkin' in the rain
Lil' bitch, I'm killing shit, you could call me Max Payne
How the f*ck you wanna be one of us? Go finish the campaign
Purple tip on every f*ckin' bullet, it's finna be purple rain
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Yeah, I keep that pole with me, lil' bitch, but I ain't playin' golf
And he was talkin' shit, but he'll, nah, yeah, he ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Nigga ran off when he seen them f*ckin' switches
Leave that nigga missin', leave his body in the trenches
I was tryna beat the level like it's Red Ball
Lil' nigga seen an Acog, he ran off like it's baseball
Internet tweakers be cappin' out of they jaws
Make the money spawn like a wizard, call me John Wall
It's a parade up in my city like I'm Ja Morant
I could get you stepped on, lil' nigga, you's a f*ckin ant
I'm tryna make the money grow, lil' nigga, like a f*ckin' plant
How the f*ck you say you want motion, but ain't got no plan
They be like, 5-star, yeah, you on that new shit
Count these blue strips, run it up with the crew, bitch
Yo' diamond's foo, bitch, cook it up like stew, bitch
He steady pole flexin', but he ain't gon' do shit
They be like, 5-star, yeah, you on that new shit
Count these blue strips, run it up with the crew, bitch yo diamonds foo bitch
Cook it up like stew, bitch
He steady pole flexin', but he ain't gon' do shit
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Ran off, lil' nigga ran off
Yeah, I keep that pole with me, lil' bitch, but I ain't playin' golf
Yeah, he was talkin' shit, but hell nah, yeah, he ran off
Writer: 5 Star
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