DEAD

Yeah

Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead

She dead now, shit over

Oh, yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Yeah

Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through I'm kickin' her out, she dead

None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead

Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled

I can't be playin' with these diamonds

I can't be playin' with this money, no way

Ooh, yeah

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My new bitch a whole mood, yeah

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The top floor nice, I'ma move here

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Fucked all her friends, she got two left

Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef'

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I'm a dog, I DM my ex

She rockin' clothes from five days ago

It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat

(Brr)

Brodie OD'd off the Xan', I hope my bitch understand

I put the switch on a ten

This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy

Bitch, get your feet out the bed

I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin'

I know a killer who forcin' my hand

Paid him in cash

Six carat earrings, don't hear what you sayin'

Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand

Why you run off and I gave you a ten?

Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz

Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend

Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in

Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man

Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed

Her faja be liftin', I fuck her again

Went on my live and I upped a mil'

Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real?

Butterfly nervous, put her on Chanel

Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri

She want two-hundred, I gave her a nickel

I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror

Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through I'm kickin' her out, she dead

None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'cause if they do, they dead

Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top, lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled

I can't be playin' with these diamonds

I can't be playin' with this money, no way

But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla

But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah)

Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim

They still goin' ham (yeah, yeah)

Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em

Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams

Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam'

Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims

Custom interior, came with the him

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym

Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym (gym)

20 the new 30, but you still 30

Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty?

Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey

Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey

You don't need to work, girl, you're too pretty

You the reason why your friends bought new titties

You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me

Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me

When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me

How you ain't got no business, but you too busy?

For your homegirl, got that work done, she charge 250

All I ever wanted was you to be true with me

House up in the hills like Drew with me

Same house back in school that you drew with me

We both make mistakes, but is you with me?

You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me

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You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me

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You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me

You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me