[Verse 1]
Maison Margiela
Or hella fellas
My Gs hold Berettas
Golden Eagle
Might leave a peephole inside of your head uh
I don’t ever do head ups
Unless it’s crowning me king
But when you drop hit after hit
You start to feel like a king
I’m feeling glorious important
With a bad b*tch
Owned no mortgage
The cuts on my wrist dancing diamonds like sh*t can a n*gga get anymore gorgeous
Filling my heart with materialism
Seeing SLP might of spoiled it
Cold as a polar
Make n*ggas roll over
Trap off Motorolas
Im flossing
[Hook]
Oh my god I seen the sh*t
Like bout 5 miles away
When I say the sh*t
I do not care bout what you have to say x2
[Verse 2]
I be talking bout flexing
But sh*t you don’t know the half
Buy some Acne donate it then walk away with a laugh
All my n*ggas are well attired
You see when we pass
And my girl like a model except she got hella class
I don’t need Tumblr b*tches
f*ck on your homies for pictures
Hella silent I ride it on auto pilot
Submissive
And I move like a Tesla
Maybe a Phantom
I’m tinted
See my excuse for snapping is that i’m sick of this living
[Break]
I don’t need to f*ck with you n*ggas
I don’t need good luck from you n*ggas
f*ck all these blogs it’s no love for you n*ggas
How many songs does it take for a n*gga
Got up my buzz you ignoring a n*gga
Now i’m really f*cking sick of you n*ggas
I’ll kill all you n*ggas
[Verse 3]
Time and time again
Made it clear we wasn’t friends
If you ain’t hear it first let me say this sh*t again
f*ck these motherf*cking blogs
f*ck theses b*tches that pretend
f*ck these n*ggas throwing shade
Imma shine to the end