(Zayskillz)

Bitch, I’m with 19 tryna get a bag

I never going out sad

I’m never coming in last

One time, and ion give a fuck ‘bout the past

I just be flexing on these fake niggas that be steady hating

I know these dogs hate another baddie

I swear to (?) I start fuckin’ on date, man

Money is my motivation

I be on my own

Sayin’ “I don’t like” man

(?) 19 and I’ll send you some shit

I was alone and my mom couldn’t pay for the rent

Now I’m rocking clothes, I cop money & Rick

I love money

I make a bag

Glock-19 on me

No, I never lack

Internet niggas always tryna pack

Boy, get off that watch and I’ll gеt you some racks

I got off my ass and then got me somе racks (yea, yuh)

Look at my fit

Boy you know it’s all black

I want me a big body look at this shit

(Yeah, yuh) x3

Rollie on me

Now I can’t see the (?)

Diamonds they be blingin’

(?) a brand new (?)