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[Verse]
Told 'em I'd stop breathing 'fore give up on that cake
On the highway speeding I ain't giving on no brake
Flexing for no reason I can see why niggas hate
At the top floor Four Seasons I got lobster on my plate
And we don't talk ok? We don't get no breaks
We shut down the city fuck it we shut down the state
We want fire fuck it we don't give a fuck we take
I don't give a fuck 'bout hate I didn't come to play (Nah)
Bass beat the Bose out your ass and that's okay (That's alright)
I'm inside the coupe swerving straight out through LA
And I got a bitch bad bitch she come with cake
She can call me Kodie K or she can call me K
I'm inside my Birkin bag swag'n through your state
And no I'm not no working class but I make my own cake
And I know that my bitch is bad but I know that she gay
And she don't fuck with niggas cause she heard what niggas say
Pushing a new X6 I am not driving i8
And I know that these niggas mad I know they irate
And please don't pull up to my crib you might meet the gate
And please don't think you getting in cause you gon' have to shake
My bodyguard make you shake
He find out his bitch is here and he brought him a case
She find out the whip was here and I made her ass skate
I don't argue with bitches I am not up for debate
My driver sitting outside hurry up bitch he don't wait
I don't give a fuck what your boyfriend got to say
He say my pockets skinny hold on wait let them inflate
All these niggas fishy you can tell by how they bait
And all these niggas bitching I can't see how they is straight
Told 'em I'd stop breathing 'fore give up on that cake
On the highway speeding I ain't giving on no brake
Flexing for no reason I can see why niggas hate
At the top floor Four Seasons I got lobster on my plate