Huh, 2023, bitch, this Chase year
Turn up
Yeah, yeah, Amiri Flair, yeah
Huh, yeah, goin’ crazy in this bitch, and they think that a young nigga slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope, hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin’ on dro got a nigga eyes low, can’t put yo’ ass on, you ain’t one my bro
Can’t put yo’ ass on, you ain’t one of my folks, and the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain’t nothin’ (Ain’t nothin’)
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain’t nothin’ (Ain’t nothin’)
Instagram hoes ain’t nothin’ (Nope)
Instagram poles ain’t nothin’
Thinking yo’ bitch on lock, lil’ boy, she fuckin’
Dirty lil’ whore, she love it
Think you gon’ do something ’bout that bitch, you buggin’
Nigga gon’ whack yo’ muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
Hundred racks in the zip, I’ma fuck around, put a bag on a bitch
Goin’ fast in the whip, in the passenger, got a nat, give me lip
Smokin’ gas out the zip and I’m pourin’ the lemonade in the mix
Got the bae doin’ tricks on my dick, it’s a parade in my city (Go)
Hate but they broke, I don’t get it, fuck her, she probably regret it
Jayden be off the beans, oh, Chase, he be off the Venom
Hundred racks sittin’ in the Phantom, bag on my head like bandana
These niggas burnt like a candle, huh, ball like I’m Julius Randle
Don’t you tell me what you seen or heard a nigga doin’
I got rich, I’m tryna put on my bruddas, I ain’t there yet
Kate want me to die, hah, stupid bitch, I ain’t dead yet
I get them bricks from Fedex and I bag ’em up and sell ’em
And I can’t even lie and say that I never needed you
When I was down I needed you, honestly, I was feelin’ you
Now they come back, want some shit, niggas so flaw, cut ’em off quick
I done went up, I’m proud of my wrist
I’m proud of my hoes, I’m proud of my bitches
Huh, yeah, goin’ crazy in this bitch, and they think that a young nigga slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope, hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin’ on dro got a nigga eyes low, can’t put yo’ ass on, you ain’t one my bro
Can’t put yo’ ass on, you ain’t one of my folks, and the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain’t nothin’ (Ain’t nothin’)
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain’t nothin’ (Ain’t nothin’)
Instagram hoes ain’t nothin’ (Nope)
Instagram poles ain’t nothin’
Thinking yo’ bitch on lock, lil’ boy, she fuckin’
Dirty lil’ whore, she love it
Think you gon’ do something ’bout that bitch, you buggin’
Nigga gon’ whack yo’ muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
