WYA!

Yeah I'm smokin on this pack Know I started from the bottom, got my fl cracked I just bought some new Rick Owens, I just went and spent a rack Yeah we blowin up your spot, know this shit sound like Iraq Yeah we blowin up your spot, know this shit sound like Iran And she blowin up my phone like fine shyts my super fan And I'm in and out of shit, I just took like half a xan She asked if I'm rich, I just told her I got bands Yeah you know her ass got fans and you know she want my bands And my flights aboutta land, I don't think you understand I got on Rick Owen vans And she do it with no hands yeah You know we up in Turks, we just layin in the sand Like where you at, What you up to You know I could never love you damn Now I'm hopping out the Benz I hopped out with all her friends I just kicked her to the curb like Ken Carson this the end And I'm shopping at Neimans, don't know how much imma spend Now she asking me for money, how much she want me to lend Damn Put some money in the safe so don't ask me why I'm late So don't ask me where I'm at cause I'm boutta text you"wait" And your mans posed with that car I know he don't own that Wraith Told him he don't want this shit I got diamonds on my face I got diamonds on my watch and this shit it costs alot We just hopped in the Rolls and these stars on the roof got your bitch like"Oh my God"