You know I'm
Just tired of these motherfuckers now
And I tried to
(Just say where you going)
You know I'm
Just tired of these motherfuckers now
And I tried

I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up

Look at my B from California
Drop the top we gon pull up
I've been feelin' on a private jet
New Birkin on this b, we move on
Put my Christian on top of Prada
Baby, I sauce it too much
I might chop the love for you
Lil b I need some more to shoot up

Put it in my bag some more, ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh
Put it in my bag some more ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh

Yeah, shawty get nasty
You cannot pass me
Ice on my body
Futuro é Bentley
Hunnid I'm stackin
Like curry I'm Ballin
Trappin like the 80's
Mom sorry I'm Vapin'

Shawty keeps talkin' in body language
Fangs so wet, just blew my load so crazy
Take off the top and now she call me sweetie
I'm just 20 and my life it's brazy

Look at my B from California
Drop the top we gon pull up
I've been feelin' on a private jet
New Birkin on this b, we move on
Put my Christian on top of Prada
Baby, I sauce it too much
I might chop the love for you
Lil b I need some more to shoot up

Put it in my bag some more, ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more, ooh
Put it in my bag some more, ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more, ooh

Alexander in a days
All my phones got a chance
All my fucks in my vein
All my b gotta trade
I can never waste
Smoke, drink issa samething
Alligator for my waist
Damn b what's your name
Took at my pants, my pants
That b gon' flex on me for real
A couple of bottles in my stomach
Hit that lotta coochies it's for real
I ain't got no trick, I ain't got no breaks
Focus on my drip
You want fuck with my pistol
Get my pistol sounds like that

Look at my B from California
Drop the top we gon pull up
I've been feelin' on a private jet
New Birkin on this b, we move on
Put my Christian on top of Prada
Baby, I sauce it too much
I might chop the love for you
Lil b I need some more to shoot up

Put it in my bag some more, ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more, ooh
Put it in my bag some more, ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more, ooh