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Woo, wooo, wooh
Gianni
I love you, Balmain

Bro still rock with that, tote that ratchet
I need all white diamonds like [?]
They wanna see a lil' n***a on a tee
Break ya' hoe back, 'cause a lil' n***a can't be me
All of these hoes, just tryna deceive me
Walked out, and I'm dripped out, I'm bleedin'
She fell so easy-peasy
She know I got a lot of demons
I'm off the molly, I can't feel, no feelings
And with the wock lean, you gotta [?]
I'm makin' much beats, I'm on a mission
I'm with big Goon', can't [?]
Drako, F.N, take you to Heaven
I got [?]
I got [?]

None of my ones can't leave without no F&N
Gang gon' kill that boy and leave no evidence
He not up no more man who gon' tell this kid
Regular n***a with a stuck a** Charger, you can't even tell it's his
Water on me I leave a print, it look like I just stepped in p*ss
Pop this bean, I go to space, it feel like I'm in my element
Yeah, my new hoodie say VETEMENTS
It ain't no way I'm sellin' this
I'm not f**kin' with none of these n***as, feel like I was celibate
That b*t*h so broke she sellin' pics
That sh*t so crazy like Gaga, damn
My whole gang stay with the sh*ts, I stay with my gang like WiLL.I.am
Sometimes I don't know who I am
That b*t*h wanna f**k 'cause who I am
Must got a zip, I'm serving grams
I [?] on that b*t*h, I do like [?]
Can't f**k that b*t*h when I'm on a Xan'
'Cause I might fall asleep on her
Kill that sh*t and she go to bed
I'ma throw that sheet on her
Shoot up the crib, I do it like Durk
This how I live, I do my dirt
How you 'gon win if you don't work?
I don't give no f**k who did it first
I'm rollin' off this pill so don't get nervous
Yeah, my b*t*h so damn fine, yeah she perfect
That boy so washed up with no detergent, yeah
I'm gon spend it on you if you worth it
Woo, wooo, wooh
Gianni
I love you, Balmain

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