New Lenci

Step out, new lenciaga What's the best route, I think I might go hit Prada now Hi, Sage (Yeah, yeah) I wasn't bout to do it but they talking so I got to now, yeah Stepping out in some brand new lenci And my diamonds all hitting, they ain't too friendly Way yo lil' ass been acting you should get two emmys Don't ever call my phone again, these hollows too deadly Know that I'ma hit the top, I been working too steady Diamonds on my chain, they be bust out, too heavy This a big bentley, I'll bitch out two chevys Heard you want war, lil bitch, I'm too ready In a SRT, I got the motion, I could never stop Why you talking like you is the goat but you never drop Yo lil ass gon never pop, me and my gang got the better shot Heard you talking about running up, bitch, you better not They said I won't lenci my whole fit, bitch, I fucking will This drip right here could pay your bills Y'all be on some fake shit I be known to keep it real Y'all switching up all the time You hit the cell and you gon squeal If he try to run up beat his ass like I'm Rob Bro talking hella tough, bitch, you need to get a job Said yo life a sad story, okay, go sob But I'ma get right to that bag, put that shit on god Yeah, lil bitch, we finna stack it Put us up in a bracket of our own I ain't trying to brag but bitch get on Why you asking for my number, I don't want you in my phone I got real money coming, bitch, leave me alone Rocking Amber Cologne, that shit Buy some Bortnikoff Shit just random, popping out, I don't sort the sauce I can say a lot but in short I'm a boss I be copping bape shorts, you just shop at ross Why you talking bout us, bitch, you must be lost We the ones who made it, you just trying to steal the sauce Throw that bag to my bro, I feel like Randy Moss Need a big bag, trying to get like Rick Ross Need a mansion with the gate and shit You ain't doing shit, what you planning, you just hate and shit Do you really know what it's like to just be taking risks You know what the grind is, you know what being patient is I ain't trying to do nothing if I don't get paid for it Brody got that wock, he be fucked up, straight pouring I ain't trying to stop till my driveway got like eight foreigns You ain't putting up one shot, you must hate scoring You ain't really doing shit at all, you must love to lose Walked in with the chain, yo bitch in awe, staring at the jewels We gon stack it till it fall, but we can never lose Went up way too high, we been ahead of you Need to get it through, yeah, we been the ones right at the top, bitch How come every time I talk bout money lil bro change the topic I don't really know shit about you but you a lame, you watching I'ma score but dime my bros, shit, same as Stockton I'ma put up points in the clutch, feel like D-lil Talking like he finna take my spot, lil bitch be real All the racks that I done seen could've signed three deals We the ones that been eating, y'all need meals, yeah