BaeBae

I got designer jeans on my ass
I alr told u that dis was a tonka yea why da hell would u ask?
Say u my friend, talk behind my back
That cap-
I talk, thats facts
He mad, hit his bitch from the back
Yeah and im drippin but this shit ain't tap
I made like 3 bands aye
She asked if we friends, it depends, aye
She wanna come see how i live, yeah
She wanna come and be my bae.. Ba3
Last year i was stuck, yeah
But i got up out the mud
Shawty can look, but dont touch
U ain't worth it, this shit too much
I know u just wanna be me
But u cannot do dat, ye
These 10's all up on me but u can't even get a 1 to let u fuckin tap
Thesе bands all up on me but u can't get shit evеn if u had a treasure map
Yea u not in my league in my class
In my pockets it look like sum grass
Tell me sumn that i didn't kno
She gimme that top grade that honor roll
Goin up like geronimo
Take notes on me like a damn article
I cannot fw u naw
I cannot fw u naw
I showed em my money they lookin in awe
Dont gaf bitch i got a cold heart
Dont gaf bitch if i broke ur heart
I jus sit in my room n im making this art
And im rockin designer cost leg n an arm
Yea im buyin dumb shit that costs leg n an arm
Yea that boy think he special
All of my stats they be fuckin his mental
Im up in the srt u up in rental
Im way too up no they can't hold a candle