Released on January 17, 2025

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[Chorus]

I took the ho down a whole different route

Bustdown baguette, bought my jeweler a house

B-b-breakin' a bag from a Jansport pouch

I can show you what a rich nigga 'bout, huh

Thirty-five hundred, I shine in the sun

Who I trust? No one else but my gun and my gut (Fft)

Don't get whiped, and get murked

Pop out in summer, you like what you see? Then you gotta go make that shit work

I been whippin' Yoda

I been fillin' pockets, eat dessert

Sippin' on codeine, feel too good

Pourin' Sprite, so I gotta go burp (Fft)

Whip out that Molly Santana, uh (Huh, tan, uh)

Money turn bitch to a dancer, huh (Dancer)

I'm mixin' lean in the Fanta, huh (Fanta)

Tat' on my arm, Danny Phantom, huh (Phantom)


[Verse]

Say, slatt (Slatt)

Huh, trappin' off a European Jack

Huh, smokin' on exotic roll thrax

I been fuckin' on a bad lil' brat (Slatt)

I just pop me a X and then geek up (Geek up)

I'm finna ball out the meter (Swish)

I need my aura like Rita, my Raf Simons jeans, I don't rock no Redux (Fft)

Model ho, she blow my beeper (Hey)

They play GoVanni! on speaker (Ya)

Fuck is he sayin'? Speak up (Speak up)

Run up, it's Halloween, I trick and treat ya (Blatt)

No, don't wanna greet ya (Blatt, greet ya)

Pop out and speed out the meter (Skrr, huh)

Probably didn't mean to go fuck on your bitch, if I did, then I say, "Nice to meet ya" (Huh)

It's paint on her face, huh (It's paint on her face, what?)

Up in LA (Woah)

Huh, I came in late, my pockets they ate

I eat you like steak, chop you like cake

Huh, 25K, that's a light ball, spend it on a plate

Go Nobu with bitches, I like dinner dates

If I came in late, just pardon me, you know I fill up my safe ('Kay)


[Chorus]

I took the ho down a whole different route (Whole different route)

Bustdown baguette, bought my jeweler a house (Jeweler a house)

B-b-breakin' a bag from a Jansport pouch (Jansport pouch)

I can show you what a rich nigga 'bout, huh

Thirty-five hundred, I shine in the sun

Who I trust? No one else but my gun and my gut (Fft)

Don't get whiped, and get murked

Pop out in summer, you like what you see? Then you gotta go make that shit work

I been whippin' Yoda

I been fillin' pockets, eat dessert (Eat dessert)

Sippin' on codeine, feel too good

Pourin' Sprite, so I gotta go burp (Fft)

Whip out that Molly Santana, uh (Huh, tan, uh)

Money turn bitch to a dancer, huh

I'm mixin' lean in the Fanta, huh

Tat' on my arm, Danny Phantom, huh