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Yeah

Woah, Kenny!

Ayy

What’s up, doc?

Ayy, I got carats (What's up?)

Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit

Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I’m a savage (Suwoop)

Chilling with a baddie now my ex-bitch jealous (Yeah)

Flexing so hard now my friends say I’m petty (Uh)

Everybody know that I’m a bad bitch bandit (Yeah)

I be fly as fuck ain’t no telling when I’m landing

Yeah, this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic

Ocean, foreign whip coasting

Sipping potion, moving slow motion

Got me like, «Oh shit», might start dozing (Yup)

Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie (Ice)

Racks not folding, pants get swollen (Yeah)

My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji (Yeah)

Strapped like soldiers, bitch, you know it

Bank accounts and my guns loaded (Yeah)

Smoke a lot of weed like I grow it

I got old money, ain’t moldy, yeah

Jewelry game get a bitch cozy, ooh

So, so smooth no lotion, yeah

Ride around town with a toaster, uh

Yeah, bitch, I’ma pop up for the bread

Lil' nigga you do the mostest, yuh

That’s what this dumb bitch just said

Fucked on the floor, made her fall out the bed

Ayy before you go, can I get some more head?

Ayy, kicked out the door, then I hopped in my Benz

Yeah, I did it again, but this time with her friend

Yeah, bring her back like I’m Shaq at the rim

Yeah, told that bitch I’m the creme de la creme

Yeah, told that bitch that I’m the best that it is

Yeah, told that bitch that she know what it is, uh

Spent a million on ice just to chill

Got some more water, might buy some gills

Yeah, they be like, «This lil' nigga is ill»

Yeah, they be like, «This lil' nigga for real»

Uh, off the porch straight to the field

Yeah, I’m rich and still ride with my steel

Yeah, I put crystal balls on my ears

Uh, I’m balling hard, bitch, I got skills

What’s up, doc?

Ayy, I got carats (What's up?)

Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit

Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I’m a savage (Suwoop)

Chilling with a baddie now my ex-bitch jealous (Yeah)

Flexing so hard now my friends say I’m petty (Uh)

Everybody know that I’m a bad bitch bandit (Yeah)

I be fly as fuck ain’t no telling when I’m landing

Yeah, this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic

Ocean, foreign whip coasting

Sipping potion, moving slow motion

Got me like, «Oh shit», might start dozing (Yup)

Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie (Ice)

Racks not folding, pants get swollen (Yeah)

My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji (Yeah)

Strapped like soldiers, bitch, you know it

Bank accounts and my guns loaded (Yeah), yeah