rick owens on my back 'cause lamy threw me that
secure the diamonds on me
it's stuck to the stash that you never see
my niggas is blessed and we ain't sneezed
runnin' and runnin' and runnin' away
it's like we in biscayne keys
rolling and running the wings
she shaking the keys she say pretty please
this bitch put up a fleece
i had to read the release
not gonna deal with you niggas
you wasn't fucking with me
everybody would see and they did
i'm feeling- i'm feeling a masterpiece
if i step out of my bell then this shit will start feeling like fashion week
brought a new flow for the after me
tell them run to the factory
she's an actress she's though i call her your majesty
missing the club for me- for me- for me- for me
she just pulling up but please believe she finna leave
everywhere got to step on a g's
multi-crossed patch on her jeans
you niggas still wanna run with t shirts
i'm calling her parents to get her a visa
i'm in and out of the country
i throw them a lease yeah
we just pull up and blow out his speakers
meet with the gangsters and the tweakers
the g used to run from police
my homies who home on release
shoutouts to obama and meek
came home and then bought a patek
like what do you mean? don't roll up on me
have the energy when we eat
they waking up out of they sleep
secure the bag for me- for me- for me- for me
it's stuffed in the stash