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[Intro]
(L1sten)
(How the fuck is this possible?)

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't care what she sayin'
Too-too [?], stuck in a trance
Boy broke, got no bands
Baby this Rick Owen on me, I ain' rockin' no vans
I need that pape in advance
I need that-I need that cash when I land
Number Nine on me, rockin' shi you can't
Undercover tee, I give to my twin (Yeah, go)

[Chorus]
But this overseas drip don't fit, on God
Nigga sad, what you miss yo' bitch? Nigga fried
What the fuck, I ain' trip bout shi, I ain' lie
Niggas sweet, jus' wan' talk onna live
Like, I would buck up with you if I had me the time
Dont wan' talk, I'm gettin' way too fried
When he see the five, that nigga hide

[Verse 1]
When he see us watch that boy, he get low
I'm in New York wit GL, nigga get low
Can't even talk 'bout money 'cause I get mo'
Niggas be grimey, gotta keep that stick close
Made me a band off a distro
New money comin' like we print those
All black whip, don't got no tints though
But you can't even see in this V, you won't get close
Needa back up
Ten toes, don't need no back up
Boy I ball up, get ya stats up
You starving, nigga I get fatter

[Bridge]
Yeah, go

[Verse 2]
Pockets on fat like goddammit, them motherfuckers eat
Focused on money, don't care 'bout no tea
Biggest buffet, they gon' throw up my B
Way I need gas, you would think I'm on E
Bands, bands, bands, got 'em comin' in three (Y-yuh)
Square ass nigga look like Steve
Diamonds all on me nigga like I'm Steve
Twin sip Quagen, hell no he not steez
Tesla I whip it, don't got no key
Niggas still starvin', wan' come to the feast
Just stay in that famine, ain' eatin' wit me

[Chorus]
But this overseas drip don't fit, on God
Nigga sad, what you miss yo' bitch? Nigga fried
What the fuck, I ain' trip bout shi, I ain' lie
Niggas sweet, jus' wan' talk onna live
Like I would buck up with you if I had me the time
Dont wan' talk, I'm gettin' way too fried
When he see the five, that nigga hide