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[Hook]
I got a Glock when I walk in the buildin'
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be spinnin'
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be peelin'
b*tch I'm too high, you don't know how I'm feelin'
I got a Glock and that beam is attached
Come shop with me, I don't know you, get taxed
I got a nina, she love to attack
Your b*tch in love and she sent me a text
She finna suck me, can't leave her on read
Can't get caught lackin', 'cause they want me dead
Call up a hoe 'cause I want me some head
I'm not a baker, but I got some bread
Socials ain't verified, still got a check
Your b*tch came over, she gave me some neck
Look in my pockets and see that I'm blessed
I seen your IG and you look a mess

[Verse]
Don't need to trap to stack it up
I got them racks to back it up
Gotcha lil b*tch and she backin' up
That b*tch a fiend and she actin' up
Used to whip Hondas and Acuras
Now I'm in Porsches and Tonka trucks
Remember when I had a couple bucks
Now I got racks and they showin' up
Before, they was hatin', ain't give a f*ck
But now they expect me to give em some
But now my heart cold, I can't show em love
I got a stick and im gettin' buck
I got a stick, put it in a b*tch butt
Okay, that's nasty, I'm testin' my luck
Actin' a fool and I don't give a f*ck
b*tch I'm so hot that I stand on the sun
I'm finna stack up and get me an Audemar
I'm finna stack up and get me a foreign car
I'm finna stack up and get me a couple more
I'm finna stack up 'cause that ain't enough
Try me and you get a hole in your head
Now he a bowling ball, knocking down pins
f*ckin' a b*tch and I'm f*ckin' her twin
Ain't takin' L's, I been takin' the win
b*tch I'm up next and I'm reaching the top
I'm with your b*tch and she giving me slop
I don't need a chopper 'cause I got a Glock
Switch on that b*tch so you know its gon' dump
Dump on a n*gga and leavin' him slump
Tried to run up and now he lookin' dumb
Put him on Disney 'cause he actin' goofy
I got a pack and he smokin' loosies
I'm smackin' b*tches right up on they booty
Gave her good di*k 'cause she actin' so moody
I'm not a worker, but I got a toolie
Better not miss if you try to come shoot me
That ain't gon' happen 'cause I'll up it first
b*tch I'm in foreign, you dead in the hearse
I tried it the easy way, you made it worse
I bought her the birkin, I bought her the purse
She wanted the Louis, I got her some Prada
It costed a lot so it don't even matter
My pockets so deep and they been gettin' fatter
I ain't no rat, but I'm still gettin' cheddar
I spaz on the beat, but you can't do no better
I got me a chopper so f*ck your Beretta
I got me some cheese like a pizza, Freschetta
[Hook]
I got a Glock when I walk in the building
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be spinnin'
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be peelin'
b*tch I'm too high, you don't know how I'm feelin'
I got a Glock and that beam is attached
Come shop with me, I don't know you, get taxed
I got a nina, she love to attack
Your b*tch in love and she sent me a text
She finna suck me, can't leave her on read
Can't get caught lackin', 'cause they want me dead
Call up a hoe 'cause I want me some head
I'm not a baker, but I got some bread
Socials ain't verified, still got a check
Your b*tch came over, she gave me some neck
Look in my pockets and see that I'm blessed
I seen your IG and you look a mess