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Letra : YSL Patch

Ay yo [?] wood rolls the gas, though
You tripping

I'm married to money, that's facts
All these n***as got cap in they rap
Put the bag on your head, that's a Rap Snack
I get the cheese, that's a rat snack
Baby hit me with the clapback
n***a clap at me, I clap-clap
Sauce hit me with that good batch
Saint Laurent motorcycle patch

Might take a trip out to Dallas
I heard I got very good status
All of my diamonds are biting
I heard that your diamonds are plastic
I'm slimin' that n***a, need napkins
So fresh, I came with a casket
Go in her mouth just like candy
I'ma reap it like Billy and Mandy
Mamacita, do you speak American?
I told you, "I wanna be rich"
I told you, "I'm gonna be rich"
I told you lil' n***as, "I'm rich"
I hit that lil'- Ooh
I hit that lil' boy with the stick
My diamonds, they bitin' like b*t*hes
I said, I was raised in the kitchen
I think I- Ooh
I think I just brokе my wrist
Maybe I fractured my wrist
Manicure right on your b*t*h
I managеd to manage your b*t*h
I managed to take all your bricks
I think you not-
I think you not built for this sh*t