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Yeah
Fuckin′ on an IG model
When I get through, I'm kickin′ her out, she dead (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 (dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain′t poppin' outside
′Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top
Lookin' like I′m ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can′t be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)
I can't be playin′ with this money, no way (dead, dead)

Ooh, yeah (ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
My new bitch a whole mood, yeah
(Mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah)
Top floor nights, I′m a movie (movie, movie, movie)
(Movie, movie)
Fucked all her friends, she got two left
(Two left, two left, two left, two left, two left)
Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef′
(New Hef', new Hef′, new Hef', new Hef′)
(New Hef', new)
I'm a dog, I DM my ex (′M my ex, ′M my ex, 'M my ex)
(′M my ex, 'M my ex)
She rockin′ clothes from five days ago
(Days ago, days ago, days ago, days ago)
It's gettin′ cold, you need a different coat
(Different coat, different coat, different coat)
(Different coat, brr, brr, brr, brr)

Brodie OD'd off the Xan'
I hope my bitch understand (dead, dead, dead)
I put the switch on a ten (dead)
This ain′t no regular McLaren, Freddy (dead, dead)
Bitch, get your feet out the bed (dead, dead)
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 (dead, dead)
Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead)
Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead)
Bitch, I'm a dog, I′ll marry ya friend (dead, dead)
Baccarat aura, I′m rubbin' it in (dead, dead)
Bitch, you look poor, you don′t got a man (dead, dead)
Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead)
I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead)
Went on my live and I upped a mil'
Heard you be lyin′, did you fuck her for real?
Butterfly nervous, put 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 (dead, dead, dead, dead)
None of my opps ain′t poppin' outside
′Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)
Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top
Lookin' like I′m ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)
I can′t be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead)
I can't be playin′ with this money, no way (dead, dead)

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
I'm 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)

Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty
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 two-fifty
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
You know I′m crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I′m crazy, but you crazy glued to me
You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me
Made with in Berlin
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