Ethrl

[Intro]
(Classik you crazy)
Yeah huh, huh, yuh yeah

[Chorus]
I can see now
Bitch I get high as the clouds
Told her it's gon' be a while
I had to figure it out (uh)
I had to get my shit straight (yuh)
Had too much shit on my plate (yuh)
No, I'm not good, gon' be great
I'm in fashion, drip, it's pain (yuh)
VV on my chain (yuh)
Jacket Helmut Lang
I blew up and they still not knowin' my name
So nigga like fuck all the fame
No I don't care bout' none of that shit
Not playin' fair, I had to get rich
Drum like a snare, that Glock got a switch (yuh, uh, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this shit ethereal
I'm on that top floor, lil bitch I'm imperial
This is not fabric just peep the material
Glock boutta make that boy float like some cereal (yuh)
Send his ass up like a floater (yuh)
Rick coat like I'm in fuckin' Dakota
Stick by my sidе like I'm Yoda (yeah, yuh, yuh)
Force on my sidе (yuh)
Hop in that bih let it ride
That boy he a stain, get him ghost take his time
My bitch keep a gun like we Bonnie and Clyde (yuh)
I'm on that XTC
Model bitch want to have sex with me
Yeah I'm gon' make it I STG

[Verse 2]
Cause bitch I get high I can't lie
Bullets gon' shoot out the car
Like YSL, stay with my slatty, my slatty, my slime
Bad model bitch, she from France, she a dime
Yeah I sip purp but I'm not talkin' wine
I take that hoe and realign her spine
I get a fuck nigga clipped like a vine, yeah

[Outro]
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