Esta

[Intro]
(Methodology type shit)
(We need to cook)

[Chorus]
Can’t lie I ain’t ever been dumped
I don’t even do dumps on Insta (Insta)
Can’t lie I was fucking that hoe
Whole time I was fucking her sister (Sister)
When we take it outside, I’m a one-man band
Got your whole gang witcha (Witcha)
I ain’t even gotta pop tags no more
Back then I was shopping at Bicester
(Yes, yes) You can’t live this life, you can’t be me
(Yes, yes) Got Chanelly on me, yeah I CC
(Yes, yes) You was outside selling CDs
Really, you was outside getting beaned up bitch boy I was making bands off a PC

[Verse]
Yeah, you can’t come in my sector
Two hands, middle finger, my gesture
Gotta hit that lick, man I love that shit
I just scammed for a feat in my lecture
Army this side, barbies that side
And she ride this dick like a Vespa
Kick back in a private jet
Back then I was broke, now I fly with no ESTA
Yeah, I can’t sign my life away just yet
I got a business mind
Can’t care ‘bout none of this shit when you high
I just toke on a 3.5
At the back of the function
All-black bally on me, so I’m in disguise
Yeah I fucked that once and it felt so good
Came back and I hit that twice
And I hit that bitch, this sex get violent
Got hits, but I’m keeping it silent
It’s not fair, so I kill ‘em with kindness
Got bored, so I gave my neck diamonds
At the top, keep an eye on my rivals
It’s why I gotta flex at my arrival
Coulture, did better than your idol
Coulture, might write me a bible

[Chorus]
Can’t lie I ain’t ever been dumped
I don’t even do dumps on Insta (Insta)
Can’t lie I was fucking that hoe
Whole time I was fucking her sister (Sister)
When we take it outside, I’m a one-man band
Got your whole gang witcha (Witcha)
I ain’t even gotta pop tags no more
Back then I was shopping at Bicester
(Yes, yes) You can’t live this life, you can’t be me
(Yes, yes) Got Chanelly on me, yeah I CC
(Yes, yes) You was outside selling CDs
Really, you was outside getting beaned up bitch boy I was making bands off a PC