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Tristan Dior & Slayer Montana & Lil Schlab
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[Chorus]
I'm in a G63 on my way to her house
Prada runners on the designer carpet
I hit your bitch from the couch then go back to the bedroom then you know that i'm finna arch it
They staring at me in the airport, I walk with designer on yeah my flight just departed
She wanna live life with me, she think I life like a artist
I told her this shit is just getting started
In a BNB yeah we be fucking and trapping
Before I had a car I had bitches pull up in G Wagons
Look what happened
I came from the mud now i'm upping my status
She threw a party, had champagne in like 200 glasses
My bitch pay 400 dollars per hour for her dance classes
Cartiers on her face cause she need glasses
[Verse]
I don't argue with bitches, I bury the hatchet
I don't argue with bitches, I got hoes regardless
They wanna shoot a video to one of my songs so they brought out a camera
She don't even know any song, she just wanna fuck
I don't even know her name yeah I just came here to party
That's your girlfriend yeah she touching on my body
I did drugs with her, i'm not gone tell nobody
This not a CLS, this a big body
Jump out the swimming pool, I got in that pussy
Bro shot him in his face, got his nose crooked
She wanna know what's the noise outside, it's the Lamb that my homeboy pushing
If I see a opp outside, you know that i'm shooting the car
My girl thick as hell, she don't need a push up bra
I'm on X right now, you can tell from my eyelids right now but don't tell nobody else
The AR in the back seat, yeah it works
Fully automatic rifle bullets where it hurts
Money on your head, I just paid for a curse
I made my weed money off of a verse
Walk in the store and I drop me a hearse
All my friends dead like Lil Uzi Vert
[Chorus]
I'm in a G63 on my way to her house
Prada runners on the designer carpet
I hit your bitch from the couch then go back to the bedroom then you know that i'm finna arch it
They staring at me in the airport, I walk with designer on yeah my flight just departed
She wanna live life with me, she think I life like a artist
I told her this shit is just getting started
In a BNB yeah we be fucking and trapping
Before I had a car I had bitches pull up in G Wagons
Look what happened
I came from the mud now i'm upping my status
She threw a party, had champagne in like 200 glasses
My bitch pay 400 dollars per hour for her dance classes
Cartiers on her face cause she need glasses
G63 was written by Tristan-Xavier Girard.
G63 was produced by gonzqx.