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Uh, yeah, yeah
Daytrip took it to ten

Don't give no fuck off the Henny
Drinkin' it right out the pitcher
Pop little bitch, photobomb
I'm croppin' you right out the picture
Hot but he can't get my number
I curve him as soon as he pitch it
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you
Don't give no fuck off the Henny
I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher
Pop little bitch, photobomb
I'm croppin' you right out the picture
Hot but he can't get my number
I curve him soon as he pitch it
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you

Indian hair, 40 inches
Head to toe, it get expensive
Cartier lenses for my vision
I see you fake niggas pretending
You burnt, you ran out of minutes
Your ho come 'round and get litty
President of the bad bitches
They salute the kid like lieutenant
Get fishin' on jail, dripping on cell
Rockin' some shit that I can't even spell
Louis my shell, new money trail
My F for Fendi, your F is for fail
Strapped up like soldier, ayy
Pop off your top like Coronas
Motor sound like it's a polar
Ice on the choker, my bitch look older
She shakin' ass like she came from the 'Nolia
He a dog, alley paws
I ain't fightin' at all
I just tear down the mall
Fuck it, I buy it all
Shit on you like a star
We the youngest involved
Lost my voice, need a haul, eh

Don't give no fuck off the Henny
Drinkin' it right out the pitcher
Pop little bitch, photobomb
Croppin' you right out the picture
Hot but he can't get my number
I curve him as soon as he pitch it
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you
Don't give no fuck off the Henny
I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher
Pop little bitch, photobomb
Croppin' you right out the picture
Hot but he can't get my number
I curve him soon as he pitch it
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you

Can't wait for a minute, impatient
Go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching
Vacation, I'm living, got so many Benjamins
They think I'm gettin' it printed
I came with them racks, you dig?
This OG, you smoking on mid
Still livin' in your mama crib
You can't even come for the kids
Smoke 'em and dump, Louboutin pump
Bloody walkin', you just bleed once a month
I'm in that Ghost, you can say that whip haunted
I walk in your trap and I do what I want
Just spend a light 30
I got enough bread to feed you lil' birdies
Bought out Diamond District
I'm up in New York, my Milly Rock sturdy
Speakin' all facts
I get turnt up to the max
I used to jugg it off accents
Now, I'm back fully, relax
I'm eatin' spaghetti and catfish
Pull up in that sport back to back
High as hell, lookin' like cataracts
I'm in the club throwin' that kind of racks

Don't give no fuck off the Henny
Drinkin' it right out the pitcher
Pop little bitch, photobomb
Croppin' you right out the picture
Hot but he can't get my number
I curve him as soon as he pitch it
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you
Don't give no fuck off the Henny
I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher
Pop little bitch, photobomb
Croppin' you right out the picture
Hot but he can't get my number
I curve him soon as he pitch it
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you

Daytrip took it to ten

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