FiCTION Lyrics

I got Clayco on the beat I can't lose

(Oh, yea yea)

(Oh yea, yea)

(Yea, yea yea, yea yea)

(Yea)

Bitch you cap that's fiction

Get guap on a mission

Yeah, my stick automatic

(Yuh)

It got good 'munitions

Yeah, and she like my YSL cologne

This bitch she told me "Put it on."

Yeah, and she don't do nothing for me so I told that

Bitch "Stop hittin' my phone."

(Yea, yea, ugh)

In this coupe I'm racin'

I be geeked up out my mind, on some outer space shit

You's a bitch and you broke, so why you hatin'?

This bitch she treat my dick just like a blunt

Yea she face it

Rick Owens mountain hoodie, but it's not cold

Bitch I get cheese, I get guap, just like nachos

Bitch I got cheese and it's new, it don't got mold

Yeah and my soul it's not sold, I won't ever fold

(Yea)

I'm rockin' YSL

I got a bad hoe, yea she fine as hell

I swear to God we get them racks bitch

Can't you tell?

I'm drippin' bitch I need a bucket

Yea I'm like a well

This bitch she nothin' but problems

I think this bitch from Hell

Yea and I knew this bitch was bad

But she fuckin' up my health

But she not gon' touch my wealth

I'm on my own, I got my self

I got some Rick kicks on the shelf

I know the way, I'm not goin' left

I know the way, Imma take a right

Got a bad bitch, finna put her on a flight

And I'm off all these drugs, yea you know I take flight

If you fuck with me baby, I could change yo' life

Exotic drugs, we high all night

High like a plane bitch, not like a kite

I got a strap, but I'm not a dyke

Yo' bitch she bad, she ride like a bike

(Bike, bike, bike)

And my diamonds, they bite at you

And my chain piss, just like Pikachu

You look at us and we shootin' at you

Me and my gang, yea we stuck like glue

Stuck in the trap, and I'm countin' these blues

God damn I just spilled some shit

On my brand new shoes

And I'm finna keep doing what you can't do