Mix Match lyrics

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Mix match
Designer sellery bag (Designer)
The time that I keep it cold
Big-big like f*cking blowing (Big-big)
And since I threw them pills, I've been paranoid (I've been geeked up)
You know I'ma making that
You know that sh*t for sure (Aha, hey)
Wanna trap it up for real, f*ck on bando
And you know we moving up for real like a Landlord (Okay)
How many shots you got (A 100)
How many steppers you got (A 100)
How many percs and racks you going to bop [?]
(A 100)
Nah, you can't take everything, baby, I see trough your lie
But know [?]