Holy f*ckin smokes I'm in that Lambo with so and so
I was servin' O's till the bad bitch would sing her song
We got vibes and pints, we got vibes, pints
And lows
I ain't afraid of heights, nigga, I'm ready to jump on road
I'm ready to do dash, I'm ready to count my cash
I ain't finished, I'm still in the lab
You tell them niggas they could stay mad
I ain't lyin' in the booth, you know these facts right
Cryin' in the coupe, you know I had a sad life
Chanelly on my shoes, you ain't gotta touch a tag
Take my water off before I go to bed time to take a bath
Smoke exotic to the face as soon as I wake up, aye
Smoke exotic to the face as soon as I wake up, yeah
Red tint on the cartis look like Cyclops
Barbie in the kitchen cookin' all type of yeah
It ain't no nigga that I fear except for God
I had a trap for a couple years, couldn't get no job
I got diamonds in my ear and on my watch, aye
Keep on shittin' on these niggas, I can't stop
They waitin for a whole lot of racks, the third one, but I can't drop
You gon' have to try the next one, cause I don't flop
Holy f*ckin smoke, so I'm in that Lamb truck with so-and-so
I'm in that Lam' truck with so-and-so, ayy
I was servin' O's until the bad bitch, would sing her song
Until the bad bitch would sing her song
We got vibes and pints, yeah, we got what,aye, aye
We got vibes pints, yeah, we got vibes pints and lows