"DONT SAY SHIT" lyrics
Yeah
Told 'em that's it's packed, but just don't say shit
I was tryna thumb through Benji faces
I'm inside an M4, bet, let's race it
All my diamonds white, okay, I'm racist
I left out in Neiman's in designer
How you tryna cuff a thotiana?
Codeine got me kickstand, I'm recliner
Yeah, you might be bad, I could get finer
Told her make an OnlyFans, we gon' get three mill'
Don't even get naked, she sell feet pics
How I made two hundred off this weak shit?
Ecstasy was stepped on with some green shit
Why the fuck this bitch just want her bills paid?
We steppin' on the work like field day
I hop in the whip, it just might be a race
Perkies got me slow, I'm at a chill pace
Dolce & Gabbana kinda zesty
I bought counterfeit, I want her bestie
My titty bitch, she kinda chesty
How is that your bitch? She tryna text me
Why the police always tryna arrest me?
Yeah, since I'm the chef, I know the recipe
I still take trap niggas, know he blessed me
In the kitchen cookin', seen a fiend die
Bricks is in the oven, I need three pies, yeah (Who run it?)
Told 'em that's it's packed, but just don't say shit
I was tryna thumb through Benji faces
I'm inside an M4, bet, let's race it
All my diamonds white, okay, I'm racist
Told 'em that's it's packed, but just don't say shit
I was tryna thumb through Benji faces
I'm inside an M4, bet, let's race it
All my diamonds white, okay, I'm racist
I left out in Neiman's in designer
How you tryna cuff a thotiana?
Codeine got me kickstand, I'm recliner
Yeah, you might be bad, I could get finer
Told her make an OnlyFans, we gon' get three mill'
Don't even get naked, she sell feet pics
How I made two hundred off this weak shit?
Ecstasy was stepped on with some green shit
Why the fuck this bitch just want her bills paid?
We steppin' on the work like field day
I hop in the whip, it just might be a race
Perkies got me slow, I'm at a chill pace
Dolce & Gabbana kinda zesty
I bought counterfeit, I want her bestie
My titty bitch, she kinda chesty
How is that your bitch? She tryna text me
Why the police always tryna arrest me?
Yeah, since I'm the chef, I know the recipe
I still take trap niggas, know he blessed me
In the kitchen cookin', seen a fiend die
Bricks is in the oven, I need three pies, yeah (Who run it?)
Told 'em that's it's packed, but just don't say shit
I was tryna thumb through Benji faces
I'm inside an M4, bet, let's race it
All my diamonds white, okay, I'm racist
