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Oyea Oyuh
I’m with my mans, they bouta pour up (they bouta pour up)
Jé Versus Versace, I’m bouta go up (I’m bouta go up)
I can’t fuck with that bitch, that bitch needa glow up (You needa glow up)
Yeah, I stole your swag nigga, just grow up (You needa grow up)
Just grow up (You need to grow up)
Just grow up (You need to grow up)
Yeah, I stole your swag lame ass nigga, just grow up (Oyea Oyuh)
I got three bitches on Hennessy and they bouta pour up
Three more bitches on ecxtasy, oyea, they bouta throw up
They bouta throw up
They bouta throw up
I got Vivienne and etcetera
Got a new Goyard bag, yea yea, yayo
Got ya bitch on me, she being bad yayo
Oyea Oyuh
My jewels A1, I got 2 B’s
She want 2 C’s, it ain’t good for the business
Hop out the sprinter, hop out the two-seat, we bouta stand on bidness
223, 556, I got a 7th sense
Comme Des Garçons, oyeah oyuh, that’s my fragrance
Yo bitch on her knees nigga and I’m sending her blessings
And none on these niggas on shit, uh
They ain’t makin’ profit, yea
They worried bout bitches, uh
I ain’t worried bout this, yea
I’m worried bout what’s on my wrist, uh
I ain’t worry bout this, yea
I’m worried bout what’s in my bitches, uh
I ain’t worried bout this, yea
Oyea Oyuh
I’m with my mans, they bouta pour up (they bouta pour up)
Jé Versus Versace, I’m bouta go up (I’m bouta go uo)
I can’t fuck with that bitch, that bitch needa glow up (You needa glow up)
Yeah, I stole your swag nigga, just grow up (You needa grow up)
Just grow up (You need to grow up)
Just grow up (You need to grow up)
Yeah, I stole your swag lame ass nigga, just grow up (Oyea Oyuh)
I got three bitches on Hennessy and they bouta pour up
Three more bitches on ecxtasy, oyea, they bouta throw up
My deposit it just hit, I gotta fuck on a bitch
I’m movin’ with ice on my wrist,
Movin’ with ice on my wrist
Got a clean cut shawty,
Straight from the barber and that shit just hit
He got a lean gut shawty,
You can’t fuck with him this nigga too sick
Martin Margiela my shit be too lit,
LV the belt my shit not countafeit
I got my shootas, my killas, my hittas,
My drillas, that k on your head gonna hit
Shawty wanna fuck with my dreads
Shawty wanna fuck with my swag,
I feel complete, get in the car give me head
Get in the car give me head,
This shit so sweet,
Only tennis I play is that jewelry
I don’t fuck with these niggas,
That’s foolery, I can take your girl
And I can take your world
Sace and Saint gon’ take over the world
Price of the verse definitely gonna go up
Working all summer I just got my flow up
Shit I’m finna pour up
Pour up, I’m finna pour up
Wow, I’m finna pour up
Bad bitches on Baint, they wan’ pour up
We got big bills, big bank, yayo
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