AO2 Lyrics

I just threw a stack on my wrist to watch them diamonds dance

Yo bitch threw it back I only want her neck don't drop ya pants

Came in dressing formal these RAF Simmons shoes don't rock no vans

Weed be my aroma I might never land like Peter Pan

I can't chase the cat like fuck all that bitch this ain't Tom and jerry

I know that they talk behind my back I don't need commentary

That boy said he doing this and that whole time I know he scary

But I ain't with all beef fuck the talk my chopper speak

I just went and blew a back off white Dior on my feet

Racks so big my pockets sag don't wear belts amiris jeans

You hear money when I speak I put diamonds on my teeth

5 percent tint on these Cartier's boy I can't even see

When She wake up don't need food to eat she eat my dick for breakfast

Water diamonds neck got baptized I flooded out my necklace

Momma told me call her when I get up she know I live reckless

Brodie scamming don't ask him for help or you might be his method

I been high as hell could touch the moon I'm off this ecstasy

Yo bitch just wanna steal my kids like a vasectomy

I ain't ducking shit Glock got a titty it's protecting me

I ain't trusting shit a bitch say just come have sex with me

Brodie off a Perky demon time he tryna wack some

My Shirt came from Italy hoe we don't shop at pac-sun

Stomping on the pedal I'm just tryna make this cat run

Put two fingers in this hoe like fuck it guess I'll make the cat cum

I just threw a stack on my wrist to watch them diamonds dance

Yo bitch threw it back I only want her neck don't drop ya pants

Came in dressing formal these RAF Simmons shoes don't rock no vans

Weed be my aroma I might never land like Peter Pan

I can't chase the cat like fuck all that bitch this ain't Tom and jerry

I know that they talk behind my back I don't need commentary

That boy said he doing this and that whole time I know he scary

But I ain't with all beef fuck the talk my chopper speak

My Nina a hoe she gone bust that's fasho just don't give her a reason to listen

My money be nauseous and dizzy they way you a nigga just get it and spend it

We hang niggas up like Christmas ornaments than scratch his name off the hit list

Yo bitch just sent me the addy coordinates I'm bout to give her some inches

Tesla truck drive with no hands I'm slow off the xans I couldn't even steer it

Half of these niggas be fans wouldn't talking bout bands I couldn't even hear it

Nigga said he 4PF boy I heard yo shit and you ain't no where near it

Nigga ain't fucking no hoes that's cap I know we ain't rapping yo lyrics