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[Intro]
Does it really matter?
Haha

[Verse 1: kishin]
I might spend a couple racks if I'm bored (Yeah-ah)
Skrrt off in a beam' while you still whip Honda Accord (Yeah-ah)
And I think lil' shawty pressed 'cause I left her text ignored (Yeah, whoa, whoa)
Said it's only for the night, then I kick her out the door
Get y'all racks up, you can't do it like this (Uh)
Got Balenci' on the t-shirt, Mihara on the kicks (Uh, yeah)
Only met her last month, she already talkin' kids (Yeah)
Told her, is she fucking dumb? Are you high up on the tris? (Yeah-hah)
Sorry, baby, I don't do commitment (Nuh-uh)
Lil' bro tryna test me, put him on the hit list
Oh, my bad, bro, didn't know that was your bitch (Yеah)
But she don't give a fuck, why she still blowing mе kisses? (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm iced out, I got Vivienne my pendant
Trust, I got a lot, if I want it, I'mma spend it
Said you want beef, boy, we could really end it
And I don't gotta lie, what I said, I really meant it
Yeah

[Verse 2: kuru]
She just want a bag, I had to tell that bitch, like, "No" (No-ho)
Hunnid on the pills, we got them racks up on the floor (No-ho)
Mixed Margiela on the shoes with Balenci' on the coat (No-ho)
And I'm posted up with Xav, you know we at the corner stores (Yeah-huh)
And I want me some new clothes, I walk in Dover, what's in store? (What’s in store?)
Like, what's in store? (Aye, aye, aye)
I'm up in New York
Your hoe annoying, I might show up at her door
[?] and I think these pussies fake it (Yeah-huh)
[?] on the road, I thought I got a spot that's vacant (Aye)
We know you not built like for this shit, I think it's blatant (Go, go, go)
Need five racks for a show, you can come talk to my-to my agent (Agent)
Bitch, I got Margiela on my fragrance (Fragrance)
Yeah, go
That boy want a feat', I need my payment (Huh)
And your shawty said she love me for my cadence
I guess that's why you hate it

[Verse 3: mitsu]
All up on me tryna copy me, like, what do you want?
Brand new bag for her, got that bag from Saint Laurent
Takin' shots straight from the bottle, bitch, you know what we on
Tryna get close to me, sorry, bitch, you just cannot
Your bitch ask for my number, don't even know her name
Acronym my shoes, and my sweater Helmut Lang
Aye, I can't cop no fake, yeah, no, no
Walk past, I'm catchin' stares, they gon' look back
Boy, you not in your bag, bitch, you lookin' for you backpack
Lips out, boy, you lookin' like a duck, quack
Thirteen hour flight, coming home and I got jetlag
Dior my fragrance, my bitch not basic
Talkin' shit on Discord, but you won't say it to my face, bitch
20/20 vision, shoutout Vee, don't need no LASIK
You want it bad, you fiendin' for our status