Please don't let me get started on that
Ease the pain, know I'll never be back
Walked by, had a full heart attack
Glock nine, bitch I'm keepin' my strap
She wanna model, I'ma put her on Vogue
Camera flash, yeah the bitch gon' pose
Walk your ass down the runway hoe
She wanna model, I'ma put her on Vogue
Walk your ass down the runway hoe
I'm gone in this bitch
I'm gone in the wind
I don't take losses just wins
How could you be my kin
I feel like Uzi, all of my friends is dead
How you gon' fold under pressure then look in my eyes
And say that we making amends
Kill em, we really gon' line em
Dressed in designer
Fendi, Givenchy, Balenci
I'm dressin' my hoe with some Prada
Causin' a problem
Crackin' that seal then I nada
Back with the steel when I pop off
Pick up that body
And lil' bitch get dropped out
Roll with that SRG move with the top dawg
I know you scared
How could I blame y'all
Hate y'all, face y'all, fix your face up
Runnin' out of line, you better pick your pace up
Roll 3.5, I'm f*cking you like I face blunts
I'm too wild my pockets fatter than Dave Blunts
This that shit that I can't even make up
Two bad bitches fall in love with me, face off
Pop the trunk, I'm boutta blow they face off
Runnin' competition like a playoff
Never left out, Takeoff
Never left out, Takeoff
Yeah, yeah, let's go
She wanna model, I'ma put her on Vogue
Camera flash, yeah the bitch gon' pose
Walk your ass down the runway hoe
She wanna model, I'ma put her on Vogue
Walk your ass down the runway hoe