Man if i wasnt dope i prolly kill myself
this that shit that make them other niggas kill they selves
fuck swagg im flexing, dont talk to me if you basic
My style get too tight i might wear jordans with no laces
Ball hard im flexing steel, im getting throwed fuck how you feel
N.Kay on her tank top, she still pick when my swagg drop
huh now im in court
cause im fashion killing
Tell em my emotions motherfucker i gat a fashion feeling
I be in my city and them people know where they can find me
And i tell my chicks they all know where to find me
Winning is the motive cant no one outshine me
Success for meals and them other haters out there trying
Flowing cold now we waiting for the summer
That girl go low now she waiting for the come up
Im adding spice to your girl so i can eat her up
Now you find your girlfriend tryna fill my cup
Flowing cold like i put it in a cooler box
Your girl like aids she aint never wanna wear her socks
putting shots on a nigga like some chicken pox
bulletproof to that booze cause we be taking shots
Im higher ground, you just level
stone cold my rocks pebble
i hear them niggas talking but im just bout to make em tremble
you fake rappers cant sit with us when your girlfriends be feeling us
riding up in that skirt skirt while your album sales end in the bus
We too fly, we like planes

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