Walked in, bitch, I'm geeked up (Geeked) , come on (Let's go) Feet up in a Maybach (Sheesh) , come on (Ayy) Live life, you should see some (Should) , come on (See me) Who the one who turn my city up? I'm the one (Yeah)
Touchdown, hop out the flight, I'm home (Okay) Call this ho but by midnight, I'm gone (Okay) Up late tryna rewrite my wrongs (Okay) Switchin' lanes, never switchin' what's under my clothes (Geeked, geeked, geeked) Ayy, bring the party 'round me, shit I'll, shit I'll fuck it up I told my momma "Take more vacations, I done doubled up" (Who?) Who else but me, got my back? Yeah, I'm holdin' up (Oh) Looked up, thanked God that I made a mill' before I ever gave a fuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Walked in bitch, I'm geeked up (Geeked) , come on (Yeah) Feet up in a Maybach, come on (Come on) Live life, you should see some (Yeah) , come on (Yeah) Who the one who turn my city up? (City up) , I'm the one You might also like Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah) Truth is, really not too sorry 'bout the sins (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Big ol' booty, bubble I can never fumble, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Been mindin' my business and swervin' these bitches I learned from the past but I'm far from finished I rose from the ash, I'm smokin' on killer The truth is attached, they wanna conceal it I'm turnt to the max, no Henn' in my liver Big up the bag but cry me a river Yo take off them tags, my spirit Margiela I'm readin' Ram Dass, I'm bumpin' Griselda (Do what thou wilt) Your body ain't built like this Scottsdale with a filth light bitch I smell like guilt, shit get real Irish when I move to the mountains but I'm knee-deep like kill Walk through the valley of death with a cross on my neck, man, I gotta stand tall like stilt She wanna fuck up my head imma paint em' all red, I jump in that -- and I melt Pen Lord Byron, Bamboo sheets still wake up the siren, shawty a siren Swinging that cannon I've been on deck like a pirate Gotta be brutally honest, okay We just arrivin', give me my roses and I'ma start firin' Everything sunny but I ain't been smilin' Countin' this money and duckin' the virus The comfort zone don't exist Don't even like to reminisce, timeless I dicthed the wrist watch Grew up quick, friends call me Big Shot Life changed since I put down the fisheye Damn, don't get too woke, you gon' fumble the bag More that I know its the less I should ask What I see is wait is your reason to brag YF2 better aim for the head
Still alive Let's go
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