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[Pre-Chorus]
I'm way too quick for that sand got no class, she gon' dance
Highway to hell girl you gon' crash
Count fast when you move like that
I get high you get upset then we end up right back in that bed
She get loud and she gon' beg

[Chorus]
I place my hand over my chest I'm for that bag, uh I want it all
Magic Hallow on me with a star
Imagine, me you V12 with a charge
It's madness tats on my neck and my arm
Climate, two different metals in art
Stylish, but I could still break his jaw
I got fashion fuck what it cost throw it on
Clashin' hoodie on breakin' the law

[Verse]
They been tryna say I changed 'cause I ain't the same as y'all
Fucked up, by the way
She wanna stay and that's why yo bitch mad don't say nothin'
I'm on DND when the sun down let's go
I can't return no call, shorty under my control
I got the swag I know, you goin' sad I know
No fake niggas in the circle gotta watch my soul
I slide, they slide, I know
Sippin' this drank I gotta go
I drip in the paint, your fashion is old
My hand is a chain, snatchin' her soul
What can I say it go down in the room

[Bridge]
Gassed up, my life equal what the fuck
Don't like people show no love
That's why I'm solo nigga rollin' up, I been too nice
So I'll tell you to name a nigga in yo city you know, I ain't better than
To be honest I'd settle for settlements
But they don't understand what I'm tellin' 'em
Damn, are we fuckin up?
Man we dyin' as fast as we growin' up
Fuck it let's spin the block for a hunnid months
More than snakes in the grass you not one of us
That bitch sweet and soft like a honey bun
Savage greed, I need another one
Assassin's Creed, blade on my other arm
Money machine, It's never cuttin' off

[Pre-Chorus]
Way too quick for that sand got no class, she gon' dance
Highway to hell girl you gon' crash
Count fast when you move like that
I get high you get upset then we end up right back in that bed
She get loud and she gon' beg

[Chorus]
I place my hand over my chest I'm for that bag, uh I want it all
Magic Hallow on me with a star
Imagine, me you V12 with a charge
It's madness tats on my neck and my arm
Climate, two different metals in art
Stylish, but I could still break his jaw
I got fashion fuck what it cost throw it on
Clashin' hoodie on breakin' the law