You know I'm Just tired of these motherfuckers now And I tried to (Just say where you going) You know I'm Just tired of these motherfuckers now And I tried I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up I can not wait till we link up Yeah, yeah Look at my Bitch from California Drop the top we gon pull up I've been feeling on a private jet New Birkin on this bitch, we move on Put my Christian on top of Prada Baby, I sauce it too much I might chop the love for you Lil b I need some more to shoot up Put it in my bag some more ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh Put it in my bag some more ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh Yeah shawty get nasty You cannot pass me Ice on my body Futuro é Bentley Hunnid I'm stacking Like curry I'm Balling Trapping like the 80's Mom sorry I'm Vaping Shawty keeps talking in body language Fangs so wet, just blew my load so crazy Take off the top n now she call me sweetie I'm just 20 nd' my life it's brazy Look at my Bitch from California Drop the top we gon pull up I've been feeling on a private jet New Birkin on this b, we move on Put my Christian on top of Prada Baby, I sauce it too much I might chop the love for you Lil b I need some more to shoot up Put it in my bag some more ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh Put it in my bag some more ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh Alexander in a days All my phones got a chance All my fucks in my vein All my bitch gotta trade I can never waste Smoke, drink issa same thing Alligator for my waist Damn bitch what's your name Look at my pants, my pants That b gon' flex on me for real A couple of bottles in my stomach Hit that lotta coochies it's for real I ain't got no trick, I ain't got no breaks Focus on my drip You want fuck with my pistol Get my pistol sounds like that Look at my Bitch from California Drop the top we gon pull up I've been feeling on a private jet New Birkin on this bitch, we move on Put my Christian on top of Prada Baby, I sauce it too much I might chop the love for you Lil bitch I need some more to shoot up Put it in my bag some more ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh Put it in my bag some more ooh Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh