RIP Follies

[Intro]
Phew, ayy, phew
Ayy, phew, ayy, phew
Hey, yeah, phew, it's diamond*, bling, woo

[Chorus]
Lil' bro be trippin', tryna catch him a body (Woo, woo)
My ho too skinny, I buy her a body (Woo, ow)
Mafia shit, bitch, I move like John Gotti (Move like John Gotti, yeah)
I'm throwin' ones, screamin', "R.I.P. Follies" (Hey, R.I.P. Follies)
Dripped in Balenci, I'm fly as a pilot
He pop his lip then we pop at his noggin (Boom)
These bitches sharks and they fuck all your partners
My pockets fat, bitch, I'm not on the dollar
VVS pointers, that shit is not glass
These niggas broke, I should buy 'em a cast
I don't fuck bitches that do not have class
I like her face, she don't got no body
I told her it's nothin' to buy her a ass
Fixin' the dial, this shit made me crash (Woah, Ø Way)
She sucked me soul in the whip while I'm drivin' (Woah, woah, Ø Way)
Losin' control behind the wheel, I might crash

[Verse]
Pulled out my chain, went the cold as December (Hey)
Fucked her five times and I still never kissed her
Back to back Maybachs, they filled up with missiles
Move with your ho, one shot, feel like a kicker
My bitch a freak, she be piercin' her nipples (Woah-woah-woah)
Ain't buyin' bottles but, bitch, I'm a sipper (Woah-woah-woah-woah)
I'm always pimpin', boy, never a simper
Ice in my teeth and they thought it was dentures (Yeah)
I can't complain, but this life gettin' better
Entourage filled up with trappers and smackers
Niggas not real, this game filled up with actors (Ayy, ayy, wow, wow)
And I'm way too real to just dab up these bastards (Woah-woah)
YSL shoes, they came out in '03 (Woo), these bitches walk like I'm walkin' in napkins (Wow, wow, woo)
Diamond* outside, boy, you better watch your feet
Birkin my bitch and I might double C
Purple my cup, boy, I don't do the green (Uh-huh)
Ferrari truck, that shit come out in spring (Woo-woo)
She touched my dick then she turned to a fiend (Woah, woah, woo)
Sippin' and spendin' your rent on my jeans
Fuckin' your bitch, got her scent on my sheets
White on her clothes, I'm addicted to freaks (Yeah)
House on the Hills like we built that from Greece
I don't be talkin', I just say, "Capiche" (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

[Chorus]
Lil' bro be trippin', tryna catch him a body (Woo, woo)
My ho too skinny, I buy her a body (Woo, ow)
Mafia shit, bitch, I move like John Gotti (Move like John Gotti, yeah)
I'm throwin' ones, screamin', "R.I.P. Follies" (Hey, R.I.P. Follies)
Dripped in Balenci, I'm fly as a pilot
He pop his lip then we pop at his noggin (Boom)
These bitches sharks and they fuck all your partners
My pockets fat, bitch, I'm not on the dollar
VVS pointers, that shit is not glass
These niggas broke, I should buy 'em a cast
I don't fuck bitches that do not have class
I like her face, she don't got no body
I told her it's nothin' to buy her a ass
Fixin' the dial, this shit made me crash (Woah, Ø Way)
She sucked me soul in the whip while I'm drivin' (Woah, woah, Ø Way)
Losin' control behind the wheel, I might crash

[Outro]
Phew, phew