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Told 'em I'd stop breathing 'fore give up on that cake
On the highway speeding I ain't giving on no brake
Flexing for no reason I can see why n*ggas hate
At the top floor Four Seasons I got lobster on my plate
And we don't talk ok? We don't get no breaks
We shut down the city f*ck it we shut down the state
We want fire f*ck it we don't give a f*ck we take
I don't give a f*ck 'bout hate I didn't come to play (Nah)
Bass beat the Bose out your ass and that's okay (That's alright)
I'm inside the coupe swerving straight out through LA
And I got a b*tch bad b*tch she come with cake
She can call me Kodie K or she can call me K
I'm inside my Birkin bag swag'n through your state
And no I'm not no working class but I make my own cake
And I know that my b*tch is bad but I know that she gay
And she don't f*ck with n*ggas cause she heard what n*ggas say
Pushing a new X6 I am not driving i8
And I know that these n*ggas mad I know they irate
And please don't pull up to my crib you might meet the gate
And please don't think you getting in cause you gon' have to shake
My bodyguard make you shake
He find out his b*tch is here and he brought him a case
She find out the whip was here and I made her ass skate
I don't argue with b*tches I am not up for debate
My driver sitting outside hurry up b*tch he don't wait
I don't give a f*ck what your boyfriend got to say
He say my pockets skinny hold on wait let them inflate
All these n*ggas fishy you can tell by how they bait
And all these n*ggas b*tching I can't see how they is straight
Told 'em I'd stop breathing 'fore give up on that cake
On the highway speeding I ain't giving on no brake
Flexing for no reason I can see why n*ggas hate
At the top floor Four Seasons I got lobster on my plate