Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (D-Diego)
Hit Rick Owens, spent 5K on the fit
oh, yeah, I went from broke to rich
Still won't spend ten cents on a bitch
I told your girl to suck my dick
oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, she did
Just got a. 40 with a stick
oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, I did
Uh, came a long way from the trap house
Robbin' niggas, the mask out
I ball out, need a mascot
Twenty-eight bands for her ass shots
In the back of the house with the baking soda out
Tryna keep the streets hot
You are not a shooter, maybe on computers
Your nigga a loser, I'm Ferris Bueller
Yeah, I'm in my abyss (yeah)
While I'm fucking your bitch (yeah)
Hit Rick Owens, spent 5K on the fit
oh, yeah, I went from broke to rich
Still won't spend ten cents on a bitch
I told your girl to suck my dick
oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, she did
Just got a. 40 with a stick
oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, I did
Hit Rick Owens, spent 5K on the fit
oh, yeah, I went from broke to rich
Still won't spend ten cents on a bitch
I told your girl to suck my dick
oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, she did
Just got a. 40 with a stick
oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, I did