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So, schyeah
Different day
I just be stylin’, it’s hard to sleep (schyeah)
She never made it hard for me (schyeah)
I can’t trust my eyes, like how do I see?
I’m in the high, she’s in the heat
Tell me why, and for what?
Always prepared ’cause I never know what
She wait at all of my shows
She wanted me to sign her butt
Whippin’ that ho with the Fendi
Yeah, yeah, I was lookin’ for Benji
I had smoke at Mean Street
Everybody thought they knew me
My bitch, she ain’t even meet the new me
A ho gon’ die tryna do me
Look at the sky, it’s a movie
She not a wife, she a groupie
If you liked the last chain
Check the new piece, schyeah
Red in the diamonds, no rubies
Stick in the dirt like… (schyeah)
Stick in the dirt like doody (schyeah), schyeah
There’s plenty of opps in the loose leafs
Goyard trunk, keep it brief, yeah
Stamp on your neck like pussy (‘Bout what?)
(Schyeah)
Stay in your position, lil’ nigga
Before you get put on a shirt (schyeah)
I was in South Carolina with two hoes takin’ they turn
You play with that fire too much
Lil’ shawty, you bound to get burned (schyeah)
SVJ, I go crazy, no concern (schyeah), uh
Glock in the holster, yeah (schyeah)
Stick in the Goyard (schyeah)
Put ’em on a poster
Put ’em in a graveyard (schyeah), schyeah
She gets angry, she like to text hard (What?)
I don’t need a co-sign (what?), I need a diehard (huh?)
I fuck her blackout, yeah, then put it in Chrome Hearts
The Bentley, it’s push-start (uh)
I’m a bully, I push hard (yeah), schyeah
Drivin’ off drugs, this my go-kart (schyeah)
Different day, ha!
Schyeah, we came out on Sunday
I told my momma I was gon’ make it one day
Been, been, been told her
It was just the other day, I was on bullshit eating leftovers
Schyeah, thinkin’ about it
Now it’s just G5’s, yeah, I don’t do layovers, schyeah
