Balenci' on my feet, I got size 43 shoes
Shawty hit my phone need, 10 bands, bitch me too
She tell me that she love me, man these hoes so see-through
And this bitch she wanna link, cuz she knows what it leads to
She mad and she pouting bitch I don't wanna see you
I swear that I don't love you when I said it I ain't mean too
Seen these rapper niggas flexing, but I ain't worried I got green too
I got these bitches on a leash, you a dog how I treat you
She got, slip-on slip-on slip-on vans
She ridin' back seat, let her count all my bands
No need for the intro shawty' know who I am
Said she hungry now she tired, bitches fuck up my plans
Told that bitch home dropped her off at the crib
Bitches hate what I do, yeah they hate how I live
Woke up went to school, niggas laughed at my drip
Now they in my dm's wanna live how I live
I got bands, I got bands, I got 10 racks in my hand
I swear Lie on Me went crazy man I love all my fans
Got a bright red drop, I ain't tourin' in no van
Yeah, I make sure they see me now they know who I am
Pulled up in a Tesla, bitches pulled out their cameras
Dior on my feet stepped out racks in my hands
I can't lie I was kinda shy, now I'm boosting cities
That's my gift for working hard, even when I had no fans
No diss shit with these hoes, fuck em all elevate
Spirit of Ecstasy only hood when I'm backseat in a wraith
Pull up to Mumbai, but I'm a brown boy from the A
She seen me shoot up to the sky bitches stood me up on dates
Balenci' on my feet, I got size 43 shoes
Shawty hit my phone need, 10 bands, bitch me too
She tell me that she love me, man these hoes so see-through
And this bitch she wanna link, cuz she knows what it leads to
She mad and she pouting bitch I don't wanna see you
I swear that I don't love you when I said it I ain't mean too
Seen these rapper niggas flexing, but I ain't worried I got green too
I got these bitches on a leash, you a dog how I treat you
She got, slip-on slip-on slip-on vans
She ridin' back seat, let her count all my bands
No need for the intro shawty' know who I am
Said she hungry now she tired, bitches fuck up my plans
She got, slip-on slip-on slip-on vans
She ridin' back seat, let her count all my bands