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[Intro]
Bitch, I want a foot in Margiela
I see the bih' right now, if I tell her
Inside the truck, color red
It ain't no good what you tell him

[Chorus]
I want a foot in Margiela (Bitch, I want a foot in Margiela)
I bet that bitch comin' back right now, if I tell her
Inside the truck, color red
Outside the truck, color yellow (Woo, color red)
My shooter leavin' him dead, it ain't no good what you tell him (It ain't no good what you tell him)
Ayy, my brother leavin' him-
Silencer on the Glock (Brr)
I'm at the top, these nigga my sons
Ayy, bitch, I'm yo pops
Arc'teryx jacket, I'm waitin' a month
Tell brother, "Go get me a mop" (Get me a mop)
Catch him at the show, thеn we flexin' him up
G2, finna knock off his top
Don't get out your top, don't play

[Verse]
I know whеre you stay, bitch, I know where you be at
We caught that boy wearin' fake Chrome, bitch, I know that you see that
Ayy, 1500 got a show in Atlanta, where y'all tryna meet at?
These nigga been faker than weave
Ayy, bitch there ain't no playin' me
Ride around with a M16, steppin' up my jewelry
Ever since I dropped Presidental, man these niggas turned bitch like Hillary
They tryna beef and they broke, they be killin' me
But nigga, don't think about killin' me
Bro got a Drac', he shootin' at anything
They broke, that's why they not feelin' me
I really get to a bag
These nigga be broke, pockets on E, that's why they mad
Patek Philippe, cost a brick and a half
I sit back and laugh at you niggas
Tryna be somebody that you not
I'm tryna be somethin' bigger (Ayy)
I'm tryna get to the figures (Yeah)
These nigga actin' like bitches
Y'all nigga actin' like hoes
I'm in the back, countin' digits
Y'all niggas scammin' for clothes
Y'all niggas scammin' on Grail
I just went cop me a grill
Yeah, I told him, "Be fuckin' for real" (Be fuckin' for real)
Ayy, these nigga not like me for real

[Chorus]
I want a foot in Margiela (Bitch, I want a foot in Margiela)
I bet that bitch comin' back right now, if I tell her
Inside the truck, color red
Outside the truck, color yellow (Woo, color red)
My shooter leavin' him dead, it ain't no good what you tell him (It ain't no good what you tell him)
Ayy, my brother leavin' him-
Silencer on the Glock (Brr)
I'm at the top, these nigga my sons
Ayy, bitch, I'm yo pops
Arc'teryx jacket, I'm waitin' a month
Tell brother, "Go get me a mop"
Catch him at the show, then we flexin' him up
G2, finna knock off his top
Don't get out your top, don't play

[Outro]
Bitch
Bitch, I know where you be at
Bitch, I know that you can see that
1500, tryna meet at