[Intro]

(I miss you, Bryce)

(Y2, is that you?)

I got soilders, yeah, they wait in the lobby

[Chorus]

Bring that closer, ho got ass, put it on me

Tesla Roadster, switch that out for the 'Rari (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)

I ain't tryna talk, unless it 'bout racks, lil' baby

I got rich, on God, yeah, all four pockets fat, Lil Baby

Heard they want some smoke, 'kay bet, then we can match it, yeah, yeah

Rock Balenci' with Rick Owen, this bih' matchin' lately

I'm in LA with gang, I'm like, "Let's get tatted", yeah, yeah

I hit Neiman's, spend that bag, then make it backflip, baby

I'm the Balenci' don, what you know about fashion, baby?

I almost crashеd the whip, tryna change my map, lil' baby

Pleasе stop that actin', my niggas ready to crash, lil' nigga

I'm all 'bout backend, man, my bitch hold my stash, lil' nigga

Get the fuck out the trap, lil' nigga

Get up off my tracks, lil' nigga

Feel like Sosa, countin' for [?]

[Verse]

Spin his block, then spin like tornado

Yo bitch, she on my [?]

She gon' suck me up when I say so

Lil' bro not shootin' for game

Tryna get my niggas free game

[?], tryna bring the gang home

Ain't 'bout money, can't entertain it

No Chrisean Rock, these bluefaces

Twin really on the block with that thing

I was outside shoppin', spent ten (Yeah)

I don't fuck with rap niggas, they lame

I don't fuck with these niggas at all

I don't care if they see me, I ball

I will make sure you eat, you my dawg

Mama see me on TV, oh yeah

Do you love me like Kiki? Oh yeah

Ho pull up, and eat me right now (Skrrt, skrrt)

I got Rick for every season, oh yeah

Girl, you left my heart bleedin', oh yeah

On yo' block, and we creepin', on God

He got smoked in the deep end, on God

[Bridge]

(On yo' block, and we creepin', on God)

(He got smoked in the deep end, on God)

[Chorus]

Bring that closer, ho got ass, put it on me

Tesla Roadster, switch that out for the 'Rari

I ain't tryna talk, unless it 'bout racks, lil' baby

I got rich, on God, yeah, all four pockets fat, Lil Baby

Heard they want some smoke, 'kay bet, then we can match it, yeah, yeah

Rock Balenci' with Rick Owen, this bih' matchin' lately

I'm in LA with gang, I'm like, "Let's get tatted", yeah, yeah

I hit Neiman's, spend that bag, then make it backflip, baby

I'm the Balenci' don, what you know about fashion, baby?

Throw that pack, and then twin catch it, no John Madden, baby

Please stop that actin', my niggas ready to crash, lil' nigga

Ain't nothin' that my gang doin' really average, baby

Get the fuck out the trap, lil' nigga

Get up off my tracks, lil' nigga

Feel like Sosa, countin' for [?]

[Outro]

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