Let's go, Mario!
Woo, hey
Huh, put on Raf and I switch my persona (Yeah)
Smokin' za, you can smell the aroma (Hey)
Give me head in the back of the Hummer (Ayy)
I do this shit wit' no motherfuckin' cap and no gown, I deserve a diploma (Ayy)
If you catch me outside, then I'm rockin' Margiela, I'm high as a bitch every summer (I'm high as a bitch, ooh)
I was fuckin' Shyanne, now she blockin' my numbers (Ayy)
Smokin' three-five, I might take her right under
I need some backwoods, where the fuck is the runner? (Ooh)
'Cause I'm shootin' my shot, I'on need me a jumper
Hop out the jet and go back to the bunker (What)
I'm doin' okay, just incase you was wonderin', huh, hey (What)
Can you hear me right now? (Right now)
Talkin' my shit, I ain't stutterin', ayy
Last night was crazy as fuck, but I woke up today and lil' bitch, I'm recoverin' (Yeah)
I'm in the hills, the Hollywood Hills, I'm on the top floor wit' the government (I'm in the hills)
She call me Daij, I don't know her name, so how the fuck she know my government?
I'm in The Blitz (Blitz)
I get high as fuck, when I get out in the mix (Let's go)
I got so boujee, I stay at the Ritz (What)
And there's so many hoes, I don't know what to pick (What)
I told lil bro "Let me know when to switch"
I landed on Venus, no higher than this (We up)
I got a problem, it's hard to admit
And I swear to the lord, puttin' God in the mix (Yeah, ooh)
Took the ceilin' right off, I'm up in the sky and I'm hoverin', huh, ayy
Watch who you callin' ya brothers, stabbed me in my back with a cutter, man (What), ayy
Hoppin' right out of the Lambo, then hoppin' right back in the Cullinan (Right on), ayy
And bitch I'm the Don of all Don
I'm really admittin', no other me (DC The Don, bitch, what)
Put on Raf and I switch my persona (What, yeah)
Smokin' za, you smell the aroma (What, yeah)
Give me head in the back of the Hummer (What, yeah)
She gave me brain, it's so motherfuckin' good, swear to God, she deserve a diploma (What, yeah), ayy
If you catch me outside, then I'm rockin' Margiela, I'm high as a bitch every summer (High as a bitch, ooh)
I was fuckin' Shyanne, now she blockin' my numbers (Ayy)
Smokin' three-five, I might take her right under (What)
I need some backwoods, where the fuck is the runner? (What, ooh)
'Cause I'm shootin' my shot, I'on need me a jumper (Let's go)
Hop out the jet and go back to the bunker
I'm doin' okay, just in case you was wonderin' (What)
Broski, lil' baby got skills, me and my niggas be dummin' for real (For real)
I rock Marc Jacobs for fun, it's twenty-five hunnid Rick Owens for real (For real)
Twenty-five hunnid ain't nothin', I just dropped another five hunnid for real (For real)
Can you geek up off of a pill?
I just wanna know what the fuck is the deal is (What the fuck)
I'm in Atlanta for real, not for a lot, just only a little bit (Ooh)
I pop a pick and I'm feelin' that ho, I don't know if this lil' bitch can feel it (Ooh)
Ayy, she be wit' all of them rappers, I'm fuckin' that ho, then I'm passin' her after
I treat this ho like she really don't matter, she just for the gang, she not a real factor (DC The Don, what, yeah)
Put on Raf and I switch my persona (Yeah)
Smokin' za, you smell the aroma (What, yeah)
Give me head in the back of the Hummer (What, ayy)
She gave me brain, it's so motherfuckin' good, swear to God, she deserve a diploma (What, ayy), ayy
If you catch me outside, then I'm rockin' Margiela, I'm high as a bitch every summer (High as a bitch, rockin' Margiela, lil' bitch, what)
I was fuckin' Shyanne, now she blockin' my numbers (Ayy)
Smokin' three five, I might take her right under (What)
I need some backwoods, where the fuck is the runner? (What, ooh)
'Cause I'm shootin' my shot, I'on need me a jumper (What, let's go)
Hop out the jet and go back to the bunker
I'm doin' okay, just in case you was wonderin'
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
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(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
