Factory Set

It wasn't factory set so I had to forget Bought in a new chain, I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes And I just grabbed a Patek, then it's back to the jet RM's, AP's, you can't chat to the set Yacht-Master flex when I answer my texts My left hand on my phone, my right hand on my spesh Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps Thirty-five thousand in a M&S bag I told my chick, "Take the Range, don't mind me, I'll take cab" Pending clearance in a warehouse facility That shoulda been the initial red flag That's why I never send the money first, in case I get scammed Midday, FedEx knocking at the crib I need my side chick to sign while my runner gets bags One month and he's gas, he just put down ten bands The mandem still active, hitting movies Hot cars driving round in the ghetto with heat scanners All my tings with no nails double up as B baggers And my YG's bringing shotguns to Scene Smashers And I still got phones doing numbers How you think that I keep up with Supreme fashion? And I'm still spraying Creed cologne on Celine fabric To learn all the tricks that I do, you gon' need magic It wasn't factory set so I had to forget Bought in a new chain, I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes And I just grabbed a Patek, then it's back to the jet RM's, AP's, you can't chat to the set Yacht-Master flex when I answer my texts My left hand on my phone, my right hand on my spesh Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps Come to clean up the game, taking out the trash All I hear is C-A-P and bare wass What they know about jets? Couldn't pay the gas Let your bitch jump on, watch her get gassed But told her "Don't post", I don't wanna get harassed I just wanna count cash till I get a rash Remember when I got about a brick for a booking Fam I nearly cried for them times I was cooking Been so long since I seen it in the flesh Probably get goosebumps if I see it in the Rex But keep it off the blower if you wanna pattern up Swear down, I don't wanna see it in the texts Fam we had followers way before socials Making joints land way before postals Suttin more coastal, spread it out local Jugg veteran, you can hear it in my vocals It wasn't factory set so I had to forget Bought in a new chain, I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes And I just grabbed a Patek, then it's back to the jet RM's, AP's, you can't chat to the set Yacht-Master flex when I answer my texts My left hand on my phone, my right hand on my spesh Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps