yahhh
its young khalifa
mr. look the fuck up
all that
hahaha
feeling real good about life
got a drink poured
blunt lit
lets go
excuse me, my jeans levi, my shoes is gucci
hoes like who he
on the paper chase, dont waste my loose leaf
a nigga paying bills, lightin L's on the beach
but i still move with the goons on a loose leesh.
some call it weird, hoes call it unique
swag like i just stepped out a boutique
and i spit like i got a mouth full of loose teeth
closet full of new sneaks that i probably never wear
im in that president suite, bad bitch
and if them niggas aint me, average
i treat a beat like a canvas
bar bras on the song paint it perfect
ever run out of weed, i throw a purp fit
i keep the army at ease cause yall aint worth it
been considered hipster, cause my shirts fit
the way your bitch hit my chirp, make a hip hurt
young nigga riding that wave, picturing me surfin

OT probaly see me in your circuit
same niggas hate the same ones on my first shit
now that's irony hoes wanna freak with me flow wrinkle-free no iron needed
i'm on the level ya'll dying to be in
or somewhere u gotta to be a fly to be at
u know leeto's home, so we spending another grams on same getting blowed
4 or 5 freaks at least new on my phone, give you my address gps to my home
I party like I own stocks,smoke blunts with COs who only own yachts
chilling with bad hoes who pour they're own shots and pop pills while
approve million dollar deals
niggas and their frenzie city cops on my heels
but I'm too rich to give a fuck but besides the hate
the money gettin up the money the money the money gettin up the money gettin up the money getting up the money the money the money gettting upppppppppppp the money gettin up the money getting up
yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaah bitch
taylor gang or kill yourself
man look in the mirror shoot the first thing you see
yeah
that's not me that's you

bitch

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