Rockstar Skinny Jeans

Pints pints Yea Yea Double cup Dirty pour that sprite Need some ice Before a nigga take my life He got to earn his stripes Yeah my bitch she like Balenciaga I prefer all Nike That boy just cappin on his momma I'm like bro unlikely Hoe tryna snatch my phone I'm typing We outside and we do this shit nightly I'm tryna get high I'm freeing my mind (My mind) Tryna get gone be high by myself Nobody riding I ride by myself F*ck your input I don't need help Your main bitch suck me up oh well Your main bitch bust my nut oh well I caught that pussy like I'm Odell On top of my shit all the hoes can tell They tried doing me dirty I come from the dirt I know that smell Doing up sales on a mobile cell Try running up on me bro see if I care (Running) Try running up on me and see if it work RIP to that boy he live on a shirt We shutting shit down we closing the curtains Ay brodie pulled up in a all black suburban I just got the drop on him bro what the word is Pull up on me and we do it for certain Bitches surprised that I'm having these commas But all I be doing is putting that work in Niggas upset I don't do with the drama Why he creeping behind me should've known he was lurking Why you niggas talking bout 10s Anything you touching is way way less Said we at the apartments it's me and my friends That shutter it click but he not in lens Big big cheque that went to my dentist Hoe I'm tryna get rich give a f*ck about friendship Drop a bag on a hoe and I won't even mention it All this ice like snow around my necklace Ay I built this shit up Just like Tetris Hoe shut the f*ck up that's too many questions I just can't be treated like regular pedestrians I just can't be chilling I gotta go get it They up in they feelings I'm up in my millions They know that I'm taxing I got my percentage Don't f*ck with these lil boy These lil boy silly He still tryna do it I did it already Go hop on a cruise I'm just like Terry It's dirt in my cup The blacker the berry Step in the club the whole club staring yea Rockstar skinny jeans young boy gone stand on that table God forbid I let 'em breathe even though I knew i was able (Amen) Filled up off that drank On that Filled up off that drank On that Filled up on that mhm On that mhm Filled up on that mhm Yea pints Pints Yeah pints Uh pints