You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never had any metal like this
Lean and syrup therapist
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never had any metal like this
Two yellow bitches come chill in my crib
She keep talking 'bout lime green
Lil bitch this is slime green
Lil slime Ferg bitch, bendin' over
Yeah, I got shoot 250 young
She keep talking 'bout lime green
Lil bitch this is slime green
Lil slime Ferg bitch, bendin' over
Yeah, I got shoot 250 young
I woke up richer than yesterday
I had to go get a check today
I rub myself, no masturbate
Come baby, come by, come take away
That boy, he was talking yesterday
He probably gave it a rest today
I can put that shit together in a faster way
What you want me to do in
I told that bitch listen, no no you can't kiss me
I hit that bitch once and drip for the finish
I told her turn around and lick on this dick
I got these girls and they fightin' all up like in the screen
And they like, "pick me", like "pick me"
"Pick me", like "pick me", "pick me", like "pick me"
Bitch I'm a demon I ride in a demon
Sped through your block, n bitch this not a demon
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never had any metal like this
Lean and syrup, therapist
Two yellow chains and it look like Chris
Got two yellow bitches chill in my crib
Uh, make the bitch grab the , yeah
With one hoe with me, uhh-h-h
Drop about 8-350, yeah
She keep talking 'bout lime green
Lil bitch this is slime green
Lil slime Ferg bitch, bendin' over
Yeah, I got shoot 250 young
No-no ride around 250, yeah
Two mil, I made 250, yeah
Lil Uzi I'm straight from the 1600
On my neck spent 250 up
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never had any metal like this
Lean and syrup therapist
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never had any metal like this
Got two yellow bitches come chill in my crib
Talk to 'em!
you know we ball out
no Ferragamo,
Y'all niggas be hoes, Y'all the ones calling 12 to come out (what?)
Yeah I know Y'all be the one telling them to come out (what?)
I ain't talking treehouse
Rat nigga, her job bitch nigga, yeah
Now we in the trap house
How you comin' in and out?
And you know I'm at your bitch house
And you might get hit in the mouth
I ain't had sticks I was in the
Ain't know the hoe, go right up when the slime come and talk
Y'all niggas some old niggas, I don't know what y'all nigga 'bout
Racks in Goyard bag, yeah
Hood baby to the moon, yeah
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never had any metal like this
Lean and syrup therapist
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never had any metal like this
Got two yellow bitches come chill in my crib
told a nigga I fiend
Beat the bitch down, told her to put on the jeans
Panamera coupe on the top got wings
Clutch on the bottom got a beam
Eyes wide open, got me focused on the beam
Real class smoke got me high of the green
Know you can't take her baby, nah
got babies everywhere
Got to go drip-drip, yeah they for real
You know you can't clone me, oh no no dear
She suck me real loose
I ran up the racks so they
so no you do not owe me
I'm the chosen, don't compare me to nobody
Put code in and watch your body open (he frozen)
(slime)
I rock with touchy, yeah, I call that bitch a loco (she touchy)
No touchy-touchy, yeah I told that bitch I
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never had any metal like this
Lean and syrup therapist
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never had any metal like this
Got two yellow bitches come chill in my crib