Текст песни
I don't act, I just live unapologetic. Run up stacks to the blue, that ain't hypothetic. Fab biddy in the room make me feel poetic. Yusuke with the wave, know we 'bout to get It. Get it, get it, yeah, we 'bout to Get it. Get it, get it, my whole team Be with it. With it, with it, that's just How we livin'. Run up stacks to the blue, It's our time, let's I feel so fresh and So clean. I love you three thousand. I mean, I'm the one that's killing the scene. My music creating a dream. In a town with the realest ones. Yeah, girl, fucking feel me some. When I pull up on the block, I ain't Typical. Now these motherfuckers only want me done. But you know I ain't never run. Man, I feel like Megatron with a bezel on. And a leprechaun hanging out with me in Saint Laurent. Copy paste motherfuckers always tryna steal The swag. Used to be so broke, Man, I'm just tryna get that bag. Ten stacks of that dinero. Used to play patintero. Nowadays I'm seeing yellow bone bitches in my casa. Come play with me, mama. Why she call me papa? Know the sweetest presidential. Yeah, we finna fucking lock up, block up, block Up, block up, block I don't act, I just Live unapologetic. Run up stacks to the blue, that ain't hypothetic. Fab biddy in the room make me feel poetic. Yusuke with the wave, know we 'bout to get It. Get it, get it, yeah, we 'bout to Get it. Get it, get it, my whole team Be with it. With it, with it, that's just How we livin'. Run up stacks to the blue, It's our time, let's get it. Step aside, fuck with niggas, we in Malibu. Shawty and her girls playing in my mother's room. Pull the coupe, suicides or the pull up roofs. Shawty trippin' out, biggie lows, faith in you. My shades Dior, my pants Velour. Kellis with the tool, duffle bags, marble floors. Hide and seek, naked freaks in my casa. Clique with the shotters, do Manana, Fab and Nasa. Yes, I'm the shit, rock Yezz and Givenchys. Ho, I been rich, blue money like Savannah. Jiggy Rockefeller, ape shit, I gorilla. Five figures, ho, I'm fitter. Space ships, icy the wrist. Yusuke with the wave, shoot, I don't miss. No fake studs, hold your brakes to the most. Checks out like, I'm lit, adios. I don't act, I just live unapologetic. Run stacks to the blue, that ain't hypothetic. Fab biddy in the room make me feel poetic. Yusuke with the wave, know we 'bout to get It. Get it, get it, yeah, we 'bout to Get it. Get it, get it, my whole team Be with it, with it, that's just how we Livin'. Run up stacks to the blue, It's our time, let's get it. Fuck y'all niggas talking 'bout? Yeah. Kells, bitch. Y'all niggas said fuck money, show me the evidence Then. Show a man fucking evidence. Yeah.
Luka, Massiah, KINGwAw — Yusuke
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