[Intro]
My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
Talk to ’em
[Chorus]
Got a long way to go, but I’m closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I’m pullin’ up, four hundred and better
It’s a real blitz storm in this motherfuckin’ bezel
I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin’ me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I’m stylin’, I’m wildin’, got sticks, I ain’t hidin’
My bitch, exotic like somethin’ from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest
[Verse 1]
Look how my bands up
I just be entertaining the crowd just like a stand-up
I was down on my dick, couldn’t even stand up
Yeah, your block twisted, yeah, nigga get patted up
I want everything I see, just bag it up
Too many cameras on the condo, just need to back me up
Yeah, she dropped her draws, her ass soft like cotton balls
Can’t even hold the Draco in my hand, it jump like a frog (Grrt)
Boy, kill yourself, you think my daughter ain’t gettin’ fed
Havin’ a talk with Bankroll, that’ll get a nigga stretched (Stretched)
Yeah, they talkin’ ’bout doing this and that, but you know they scared
Nigga mad ’bout they bankroll, income ain’t comin’ in yet
[Chorus]
Got a long way to go, but I’m closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I’m pullin’ up, four hundred and better
It’s a real blitz storm in this motherfuckin’ bezel
I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin’ me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I’m stylin’, I’m wildin’, got sticks, I ain’t hidin’
My bitch, exotic like somethin’ from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest
[Break]
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
[Verse 2]
Smellin’ like Tom Ford, baby girl lovin’ my hygiene (Hygiene)
Yeah, I’m drippin’ in fashion and I ride with these magazines
Choker chain dance, yeah, fast car drivin’
Stains on my jeans, it wasn’t for that, you would’ve never caught me
I just have a lot of rings on me like a Audi
Lifestyle I’m livin’, I never pop it
He made the wrong turn on Bleveland, then they burnt him up
Ridin’ ’round with a lot of racks in my jeans, yeah, I got Birkins on me (Racks)
Ho thought I was slow ’cause I’m sippin’ codeine, bitch, you burnt as fuck
Know that you runnin’ ’round here fuckin’ the whole gang, yeah, you slurpin’ us
[Chorus]
Got a long way to go, but I’m closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I’m pullin’ up, four hundred and better
It’s a real blitz storm in this motherfuckin’ bezel
I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin’ me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I’m stylin’, I’m wildin’, got sticks, I ain’t hidin’
My bitch, exotic like somethin’ from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest
[Outro]
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
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