(+) Savage Dior
(Tay keith this too hard)
(Tay keith fxck these nxggas up)
I paid some extra before we even come out
And don't even wear
It to show I ain't playin'
I hit the bxtch and I gave her some racks
And I pull up my pants
She know I ain't stayin'
Go run the store run and get rubber bands
I done got rich I done put on my mans
Choppers in traffic
That's just how I'm livin'
They say that I'm trippin'
They wouldn't understand
She take a trip she come back with a tan
I take a trip I come back with them bands
When I was dealin'
It really was killin' 'em
Had 'em competin'
Tryna see what I'm payin'
She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
She don't like pics I got too many fans
I'm runnin' shxt I can do what I want
And it's really a limit
You do what you can
I found the booth and I put that shxt up
'Fore I run out of cash
They gonna run out of land
I fell in love with this
Bxtch 'cause her head was amazing
I swear I don't even know her name
I'm 'bout to takeoff I gave 'em a chance
They gave me ten m&m's on advance
Thought I'd be trappin' forever
But god came and blessed me
I guess it was part of the plan
How he on fire but he cool as a fan?
Can't get at you we gon' get at your man
They can relate to
Me 'cause I be poppin' it
Put in they face
Let 'em see what I'm sayin'
I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band
Free all the bros know I would if I can
If I don't mean it
I swear I ain't sayin' it
'Fore I was 21 swear I was savage smashin'
Hold up who got backwoods? I need roll up
Dior store can't keep up with me
I'm spendin' thousands like
Money is nothin' to me
I'm never comin' back
Them people under me
Not the fans yeah the haters
Lotta bands on the table
They say I went commercial
I ain't know it
They want me catch a murder
I ain't goin' back
Play myself and my position
Who doin' that?
We got fn with extensions
We throwin' that
Her ass got my full attention
She throwin' that
Nxggas talkin' way too much
I ain't goin' back
And forth with nxggas 'cause
These nxggas be holdin' racks
On the real yeah
We know you don't own them racks
Four pockets full
Push 'em down they start pokin' back
I turned eight
Million right until I'm a quarterback
Spent a million like I'm tryna
Bring kobe back (24 woo)
I'm ready I'm ready
I use the crockpot like it's betty
They say the drop hot and it's ready
Might stretch it out
But it ain't fetti (Yes)
Say my dawg doin' time
But I know he ain't gonna snitch 'cause
It's still some shxt he didn't tell me
My dawg stabbed his celly
He told me the whole
Story over the celly (Brr hello?)
Went up on my price
In my pocket like kelly
Fxcked her in the telly no
I can't not say who no telly
My head gettin' heavy
And you know I still got
Balmains on my ass (Woo)
No I can't do no amiris
Said I'm takin' trips
Long flights they scary
She said her birthday in march
Okay cool so that means you an aries
I told her gotta go
She said you serious?
Diamonds cold as december
My xxxx sagittarius
Hold up who got backwoods? I need roll
Up (Haha period period slatt woo)
Dior store can't keep up with me
I'm spendin' thousands like
Money is nothin' to me
I'm never comin' back
Them people under me
Not the fans yeah the haters
Lotta bands on the table
They say I went commercial
I ain't know it
They want me catch a murder
I ain't goin' back
Play myself and my position
Who doin' that?
I can switch up and come back another way
If the xxxx ain't right
Come back another day
Biggest dripper I start up a tidal wave
Remix weed we put it in a microwave
Batch for twenty three
Like I know michael j
He can say what he want but he gotta pay
Used to hide all
The guns where my mama stay
Sell my drugs 'round the corner
I pay all these bills I'm a grownup
My cars a lil' different I own 'em
I ain't with no leasin'
My bxtch tellin' me I need credit
It's loud and clear if I said it
I come from the gutter
I spent me a hundred on chevys
You can take me out the hood
But you can't take the hood out of me
Know the hood proud of me
I givenchyed my tee
Went and upgrade my teeth
Yeah I dropped out of school
But that paper on me
Hold up
Who got backwoods? I need roll up
Dior store can't keep up with me
I'm spendin' thousands like
Money is nothin' to me
I'm never comin' back
Them people under me
Not the fans yeah the haters
Lotta bands on the table
They say I went commercial
I ain't know it
They want me catch a murder
I ain't goin' back
Play myself and my position
Who doin' that?