U_KLD_TELL_RMX

[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah, yeah)
Woah (Pew, pew), yeah

[Verse]
Whole lotta money, flyin' out to the club, if the bitch ain't got ass off rip, she a dub (Yeah, yeah)
You could just tell that I had that money off the way I dress, lil' bitch, ain't a scrub (Yeah, come on, yeah)
Alyx on the AF1's, four pockets on the jacket to hold my hun's (Let's go, lil' bitch)
I'm a real Sossboy, you could tell by the pants, pressure surrounding my lungs, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Cross on the jacket, ain't no bitch could play me (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm a punk, ain't nothing could phase me (Come on, let's go)
HM made like I got it from Nigo (Woah, woah)
Rock these brands, like, I swear they should pay me (Pay me, bitch)
Chrome Hearts dorks (Yeah), I got bones on the Kapital shorts (Woah, woah)
I could drop two tapes and they still want more
Hoppin' on stage and they screamin', of course
Light up my blunt, bitch, I mean that torch (Woah)
Yeah (Yeah), me and some people, we fell through (What?)
And the pieces come in by the mail too (What?)
Noah told me they paid for a walkthrough (Yeah, yeah)
Wake up and treat it like the Met Gala 'cause I'm puttin' on Rick that I'm gettin' for free (Yeah, that's facts)
I'm part of generation fuck you, they wearin' pieces I used to wear, guaranteed (They behind)
Make a bitch my Playboy bunny (Let's go)
Fly to the side of town that's sunny (Let's go)
Wanna rob my jewelry when she fuck me (Woah)
I'm the devil but no one above me (Ha)
My boys with me so stop tryna press me (Pew)
If you got problems with me then text me (Bah, bah)
I ain't "lil' bro" the way you address me (Pew)
Bitch, I'm hotter and better don't stress me (Bah, bah)