Yeah a stove, is a stove, no matter where you go
And i stay getting guwap like a pro
All these b*tches stay mad yeah i know
Feeling so white with these ray bans
You n*ggas fake like a spray tan
I make “n*ggas” i don’t make “fans”
Real sh*t i don’t count 10’s
Watch my wrist gon’ glisten
You n*ggas hate, but listen
Mr. Welch i gotta question
f*ck school & f*ck a lesson
I’m only 15 & trynna chase a dream
Trynna rock goyard, trynna cop supreme
But i keep spending money on my ol lean
I think the gucci look better on my jean