Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
(8-808)
Yeah, don't play with me, I'm on some other shit, like
Some whole other shit, like
(Star made the beat, I just took it out the oven)

[Verse]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
It's just me and my cup in this bitch
I checked out all on my Rick
VVS all on my wrist
I bought an Uzi today, and it's already hot and it come with a cooling kit
She ain't fuck with me back then, but wanna fuck with me now, huh, I'm cool, lil' bitch
Huh, let's go hit a lick
Huh, let's go do a drill
I heard he got a mill’ in his crib, it's straight up the hill (8-808)
We don't give a fuck who you is, we don't give a fuck how you feel
We don't give a fuck how you feel, we don't give no fucks
I copped a Mercedes, I ditched that AMG, I'm ridin' a G-Wagon Truck
I just might go buy the SVJ, cause I like how the doors go up
My boy he be catchin' them bodies, he catchin' them bodies, I'm watching the scores go up
Yo’ gang probably caught a few bodies, but I ain't worried about it, 'cause we droppin' more than them
Step on shit like Timbs, pull up with a FN Five-seveN, that bih' take off limbs
I just popped a private jet G6, I'm 'bout to take off, yeah
They like, "Hold up, hold up, hold up, you boutta take off right here"
I'm boutta take off, yeah
Fuckin' with me when it come to swag, huh, I'm passin’ it out
Shawty got no respect when it come to that ass, huh, she passin’ it out
I be VET, VET, VET, VET, from head to toe, even the sock
I got every Balenciaga boot, except for the Croc
Rick Owens all over my, Rick Owens all over me
Maison Francis cologne, got this hoe all over me
I pulled up to my show, rock out this bitch, then I leave
I don't fuck with these n***as, like they got a disease
Trapper wrap around, huh-huh, I got what you need
I got that bitch in H&M, they...
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