London Gatwick

Niggas ride my coattails, this bitch just wanna rolex'
I use the mask, the door mat
Real bitches singin' songs when Ricky ring the doorbell
You ever lose a bitch to me, then you can't get your hoe back
Drop top livin' rooms, I bet you never saw that
Bates by the swimmin' pool, it's chains on and all that
Niggas minuscule, we ran them out the bar park
Cartier's vintage, everything else stated up, uh
Tennis chains on, it cost at least 10 of them things
Million dollar operation with Benin and gang
Dead presidents, gold elephants, stick to your regiment
We was re—rockin' and we was rockin' vetements
Ditch the evidence, yo, uh
I heard these niggas gettin' settlements

Yo, yo, uh, drive—bys out to Mansory put a hand on me
Break a Dutch, rip the cancer leaf
For tryin' to dance with me, uh, star—studded
The broads love us, pushin' car buttons
Bitch two of a kind, cuz she fuckin' all of us
Non—bluffin', the watch face, match the car cover
Duck got penguins roamin' around from Antarctica
Don Sippers, these broke niggas sippin' malt liquor
Cybertruck drivin' itself, that's what it's for, niggas
So praise the Lord, uh, anti—denim Louis Vuitton
Slippers dodgin' potholes to Perry Yon Sippers
I warn niggas, uh, yo