U_KLD_TELL_RMX lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah, yeah)
Woah (Pew, pew), yeah

[Verse]
Whole lotta money, flyin' out to the club, if the b*tch ain't got ass off rip, she a dub (Yeah, yeah)
You could just tell that I had money off the way I dress, lil' b*tch, ain't a scrub (Yeah, come on, yeah)
Alyx on the AF1's, four pockets on the jacket just told hold my hun's (Let's go, lil' b*tch)
I'm a real Sossboy, you could tell by the pants, pressure surrounding my lungs, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Cross on the jacket, ain't no b*tch could play me (Yeah, yeah), b*tch, I'm a punk, ain't nothing could phase me (Come on, let's go)
HMA like I got it from Migo (Woah, woah), rock these brands, like, I swear they should pay me (Pay me, b*tch)
Chrome Hearts dorks (Yeah), I got bones on the Kapital shorts (Woah, woah)
I could drop two tapes and they still want more, hoppin' on stage and they screamin', of course
Lightin' my blunt, b*tch, I mean that torch (Woah)
Yeah (Yeah), me and some people, we fell through (What?)
And the pieces comin' in by the mail too (What?), Noah told me they paid for a walkthrough (Yeah, yeah)
Wake up and treat it like the Met Gala 'cause I'm puttin on Rick that I'm gettin' for free (Yeah, that's facts)
I'm part of generation f*ck you, they wearin' pieces that I used to wear, guaranteed
Make a b*tch my Playboy bunny (Let's go), flyin' to the side of town where it's sunny (Let's go)
Wanna rob my jewelry when she f*ck me (Woah), I'm the devil but no one above me (Ha)
My boys with me so stop tryna press me (Pew), if you got problems with me then text me (Bah, bah)
I ain't "lil' bro" the way you address me (Pew), b*tch, I'm hotter and better don't stress me (Bah, bah)