[ Featuring LEAM ]
Life is a movie (yeah)
22 and I'm choosy (ayy)
I got kicks like I'm bruce lee (way up)
Trap money I'm movin'(ayy)
Want another whip
I want some more shit
Quit with the feedback
See me getting lit
I might want a hit
Yeah I want another fix
My trap been booming
Since I rolled up with my clique (ayyy)
I like the look of this glass
Pop bottles, pop tags
I move fast like a jag
You need a bag don't ask me
Smokin' a black, I feel like 6LACK
Money on my mind all the time yeah
So I can't waste my time on a dime yeah
But you wanna talk diamonds hit my line yeah
If we lit you might wanna watch the fire
Call me young sire
Burnin' down the streets like pariah
I don't mind being so admired
You can't wear my fit yeah that's designer
None of my shooters are up for hire
Logo on my wrist
That shit look designer too
If you could touch ceiling wouldn't you?
I do whatever I wanna do
Look we do whatever we wanna do
Pull up in the Tesla
We go zoom zoom zoom
Rollin' up the backwood
I go off in the booth
Logo on my wrist
That shit designer too
I do whatever I wanna do
I like the look of this glass
Pop bottles, pop tags
I move fast like a jag
If you need a bag don't ask me
Smokin' a black, I feel like 6LACK
Money on my mind all the time yeah
So I can't waste my time on a dime yeah
But you wanna talk diamonds hit my line yeah
If we lit you might wanna watch the fire
Call me young sire
Burnin' down the streets like pariah
I don't mind being so admired
You can't wear my fit yeah that's designer
None of my shooters are up for hire
Gold bricks in my bag
When I pull up in the white ghost
All these bitches want a baby daddy
All these bitches Psycho
And she f*ck me so good
Yeah she charged up all my life force (yeah)
Rollies on my wrist
Yeah baby that's ice cold
I like the look of this glass
Pop bottles, pop tags
I move fast like a jag
You need a bag don't ask me
Smokin' a black, I feel like 6LACK
Money on my mind all the time yeah
So I can't waste my time on a dime yeah
But you wanna talk diamonds hit my line yeah
If we lit you might wanna watch the fire
Call me young sire
Burnin' down the streets like pariah
I don't mind being so admired
You can't wear my fit yeah that's designer
None of my shooters are up for hire
