40s & Shorties

Fourties and fourties and fourties and fourties and fourties and fourties and fourties and Shawties

Ghostin' your bitch, even though she up on me, rocking Givenchy you got Abercrombie

Diamonds on me and they wet, look at your wrist and it's dry like your bitch

I don't gotta lie because it is what it is, you kissing her lips like she kissed on me, ah

I know that you hate me but let me just say this

I walk in the club and they think that I'm famous

I walk with a sag and a switch and my crew and my shawty a baddie so shoutout my Baby

She a three hundred and eighty no Mitsubishi I'm talking Mercedes, OG

Random bitch keep talking, acting like she know me, no

I die slowly hoe, rocking 40s back and forth

Shawty bang my line talking bout "blooded how you get so cold?"