Lyrics:
triangle side angle side
Be by my side or be square and then we'll go for a ride
Solid is my word, can't break it with a jackhammer
I'm not about that fame
Tiffany's on this mic
Shout out to Ben Franklin I got my kite
Do you like?
I feel crazy
Every day I'm feeling hype
Yeah, that's right
I hit people with
the old me
He never coming back
Im in agony
Look what you did to me
Diamonds they Tiffany's
So why is you mad at me
Say you in love with me
I need you
of em
All this envy inside em you know me shit I had to put the lil test on em
I remember shit back in the day getting bullied by bald head Tiffany
Now
think you can race it
Love ain't no appreciation
G that's my abbreviation
Beef ain't no alleviation
I'm the goat bitch ain't no recreation
He the goat
But
done to help me
im just trying to find my way with my eyes closed
but suddenly i feel unhealthy
I dont know who I could be no more
dont know how to feel
I'm way up, way up, way up, way up
What about them moments I was in Lithonia
Right off of Stonecrest, I ain't had no digits
But I kept them numbers,
pulled up in a Benz
Keiya brought some of her friends
Tiffany blocked me on IG but fuck it
You know I'm shooting again
Me an surf took a trip to Japan
I
a friend
And you know that she a ten
I asked the girl "What's your name?"
She said it was T
I said if you be my Trick
I can be your David Blaine
I'm making
still I'm sober
Never tell me night is over, the night ain't over
Pretty girl came to me so the drink is on me
Bad bitches always seem to hang around by
days when I ain't have one, so I might get two just to even the odds
I'm in they ears, something like Cobs
I go by C4, you know bombs
Just what you get
up the reaper got you held by the collar
Now you realizing that life wasn’t all about a dollar
Light beyond sight, light beyond sight
I’m wonderin' if
bitches like me cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm balling I'm not talking 'bout a ball
I'm talkin' 'bout Tiffany
grand one corner
Louis Vuitton right size don't want em
They trippin' I'm trippin' in tiffany stones
Get a mop peter prop I'm living it homes
Zack Morris white Save by the bell
I'm ready I'm ready hahahaha
Tiffany and Britney, You came for my racks
Yeah!
Can run from my past
Ignoring her her texts
She did me so dirt, I'm
Sipping this dirty, my is
Heart is so
a key
Made my label nigga ain't no signing me
Yea
She think ima cheater I keep stopping at Tiffany's
Weight on my shoulders but fuck it I'm benching it
Recently money just knock at the door
I ain't even gotta go
I bought that shorty a Tiffany tote, now she modeling for Vouge
My lil bro, he run it up
the bigger person, just barely by an inch, tuftey
Pulled up in that bulletproof
Got ya bitch screaming like pac back
No coupes, only big bodies
So my rooftop
Switching when he walks, calling himself juicylicious
I'm not being facetious; these are serious issues
You see I love my people that's why I'm trying
communication
I just want a little more than words can say
A little more than talk 'cause talk is cheap
Everything we've built gets stronger day by day
But day
the Middle East? (Oh)
I plan to travel there after my new release
I got Timbaland doin some beats
Yeah, his cousin goes to school with my niece
By the way I'm
a V-Dub engine
Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted
Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist
My women friends get tennis bracelets
Trips
a V-Dub engine
Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted
Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist
My women friends get tennis bracelets
Trips
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