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I'm tryna get you high, I'm tryna get you fly (Wheezy outta here)
I'm tryna get you high, girl, I'm tryna get you fly
I'm tryna get you fly, I'm tryna get you fly, girl

Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off thе runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young n***as want bodies
I gеt fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah

I put it on, when I put it on, I'm stackin' it high, I'm stackin' up neat, yeah
Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah
You never seen what I seen, yeah, I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
Givin' you somethin' to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah
Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah, Chanaynay pillows, my room, yeah
You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I'ma pop, yeah
Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah, eat it up, every drop, yeah
Designer, my drugs, designer, my jeans, designer, way down to my socks, yeah
You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an impostor
I can go back in my archive, I have these b*t*hes starstruck
They perpetrate my whole life, I know this sh*t feel awful
Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy, everyday, I still feel awesome

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