808, this go dummy
808Dummy
Yeah
I cannot see, all these racks on my face (Yeah, face)
I'm eatin' good, like I'm eatin' stake
Mixin' the Mar-giela with minks
Post at your spot (Shit), he just left state
On my way to the bank (Yeah)
You tryna flex like Riven, but you can't (You can't)
How you claimin' you got all these racks?
I look at your fit, and it's lame (Yeah)
Put on-put on my fit, look in the mirror
Unknown pants, seen it (Yeah)
I got way too much designer on my body (Damn)
I really don't need it (Yeah)
All these fumes yes (Fah), I am speedin' it
With my niggas, we schemin' (Yeah)
Undercover mask in like four songs
I'm pullin' up to the bank like it's show time (Yeah)
She said she think I'm an icon
I'm thumbin' hunnids while I got my ice on (Yeah)
I got to move with my lights on
'Cause these niggas, they be snakes, they be pythons (Yeah)
Yeah
Ah
Yeah
Know I got something to say (Yeah)
I got some Dior, like eighty (Yeah)
I just be smokin' on gas, uh
You just be smokin' on shake
I fucked with your bitch, make her unzip my pants
Your bitch is a thot, I give her a plate
Bitch-Bitch-Bitch, get out of my face
My fit too fly, it's in space
They know I'm gon' foster the hate (Yeah)
They smelling, you know I'm gon' chase (Yeah)