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[Chorus]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level
[Verse 1]
Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe
Ain't none of this shit rented
Servin' vicious, f*ck your favorite rapper
Hope he get offended
I was trippin' off that hoe before but promise I ain't trippin'
I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans but now my closet drippin'
Designer, got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (Nah)
Drop a song and your status went nada (Nah)
In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (Yeah)
I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard greens
Homie outside with Alicia Keys
I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (Yeah)
[?] got me them tickets at Regal
So f*ck what's illegal
I'm different, I really ain't get a handout
I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (On gang)
I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen
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All the [?], all my songs, screamin' "f*ck your opinion"
No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin'
It's f*ck everybody, the way I been feelin'
I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (On God, on God)
So they down for a threesome, nigga (On God)
[Chorus]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level
[Verse 2]
Switch a Lambo' for a Chevy, backseat heavy from that heavy
