Yeah, yeah, yeah
Catch me in designer, she in love
I'm like, bitch, be for real
I'm just tryna f*ck up on this hoe
While I geek off a pill
This hoe got me paranoid
Now I'm clutching my steel
If you snake the gang, walk em down
We gon' catch him in traffic
Bitch, I'm in the trap
Feel like dezzo, I'm making it happen
Way that I just came up on a sack
You would think that it's magic
I just peeped, they turning heads
When they look at the fashion
Uhh bottega turn them boys to haters
When I'm in all black, feel the pressure
I think that I'm vater
Balling hard all season
Think I'm bout to go play for the Lakers
I can't let no nigga in
They switch up for the paper
Uh, if you f*ck with me
Then I'm f*cking with you
I'm in love with blues
Can't fit into Bugatti a Coupe
Uh, think she hypnotized
She sees stars on he roof
Know my ego hella crazy
I'm playing it cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Catch me in designer, she in love
I'm like, bitch, be for real
I'm just tryna f*ck up on this hoe
While I geek off a pill
This hoe got me paranoid
Now I'm clutching my steel
If you snake the gang, walk em down
We gon' catch him in traffic
Bitch, I'm in the trap
Feel like dezzo, I'm making it happen
Way that I just came up on a sack
You would think that it's magic
I just peeped, they turning heads
When they look at the fashion
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Catch me in designer, she in love
I'm like, bitch, be for real
I'm just tryna f*ck up on this hoe
While I geek off a pill
This hoe got me paranoid
Now I'm clutching my steel
If you snake the gang, walk em down
We gon' catch him in traffic
Bitch, I'm in the trap
Feel like dezzo, I'm making it happen
Way that I just came up on a sack
You would think that it's magic
I just peeped, they turning heads
When they look at the fashion
Uhh bottega turn them boys to haters
When I'm in all black, feel the pressure
I think that I'm vater
Balling hard all season
Think I'm bout to go play for the Lakers
I can't let no nigga in
They switch up for the paper
Uh, if you f*ck with me
Then I'm f*cking with you
I'm in love with blues
Can't fit into Bugatti a Coupe
Uh, think she hypnotized
She sees stars on he roof
Know my ego hella crazy
I'm playing it cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Catch me in designer, she in love
I'm like, bitch, be for real
I'm just tryna f*ck up on this hoe
While I geek off a pill
This hoe got me paranoid
Now I'm clutching my steel
If you snake the gang, walk em down
We gon' catch him in traffic
Bitch, I'm in the trap
Feel like dezzo, I'm making it happen
Way that I just came up on a sack
You would think that it's magic
I just peeped, they turning heads
When they look at the fashion
Catch me in designer, she in love
I'm like, bitch, be for real
I'm just tryna f*ck up on this hoe
While I geek off a pill
This hoe got me paranoid
Now I'm clutching my steel
If you snake the gang, walk em down
We gon' catch him in traffic
Bitch, I'm in the trap
Feel like dezzo, I'm making it happen
Way that I just came up on a sack
You would think that it's magic
I just peeped, they turning heads
When they look at the fashion
Uhh bottega turn them boys to haters
When I'm in all black, feel the pressure
I think that I'm vater
Balling hard all season
Think I'm bout to go play for the Lakers
I can't let no nigga in
They switch up for the paper
Uh, if you f*ck with me
Then I'm f*cking with you
I'm in love with blues
Can't fit into Bugatti a Coupe
Uh, think she hypnotized
She sees stars on he roof
Know my ego hella crazy
I'm playing it cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Catch me in designer, she in love
I'm like, bitch, be for real
I'm just tryna f*ck up on this hoe
While I geek off a pill
This hoe got me paranoid
Now I'm clutching my steel
If you snake the gang, walk em down
We gon' catch him in traffic
Bitch, I'm in the trap
Feel like dezzo, I'm making it happen
Way that I just came up on a sack
You would think that it's magic
I just peeped, they turning heads
When they look at the fashion
Writer: Tomas King
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