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Lyrics

[Intro: SelfMadeSav & Hi-C] Glocky on my hip And I rock expensive drip Deliver a pack, and I order a Lyft My shoes tied, I cannot trip Don't make me turn you to a myth 5.56, green tips All hunnids, blue strips What's the price on this drip I'm a rockstar, just like Cliff And I'm gettin' Hi 'till I can't C Why everything be lame to me All I wanna drink is fuckin' lean Tryna go to sleep, and I seen you in my dreams (Damn) It's a nightmare, when he seen that Glock he scream Every— Oh, oh (L3-L3Ft 4 D3aD mixtape) Oh, oh Oh (Heaven or Hell, let's rock) Oh (Hello) [Verse 1: Hi-C] Rick Owens suit, Rick Owens boots Chrome tee, roar jeans, twin guns salute Red cups, pour blood while I watch the moon Black truck, hop out, Rangе Rov' commute Big blunt, stuffed crust, Backwood cocoon Freak hoеs, redbone hoes get seduced Rack for these shoes, rock Christian Loub' Rodeo drive, Saks Fifth Avenue Ride with my goon, goon Jordan Poole Quick draw release, off the screen, catch and shoot Porsche two-door coupe, ridin' with no roof Unspoken rizz, your main bitch can't refuse White hoes on dick, they like, ''Hi-C, you rule'' Fuck niggas hate, but they main bitch approve Diamonds light up, lightnin' flash, Pikachu Glock with a scope, I hop out, peek-a-boo Bitch fine as hell, baddest bitch in your group Fucked on her friend, Hi-C, what did you do? K on the spoon, drugs get abused Vampire Knight, pourin' blood, bloody moon Head was so nice, I rock Vivienne jewels Big bag of shrooms, my trap jump, kangaroo In Montreal pourin' drank with my yutes Racks for this coat, it's Canadian Goose Bitch say I'm him, but what made you assume? Is it the way my wrist light up the room? Bitch pussy pink and it's fat, Majin Buu Hop out the Porsche and the paint job maroon You wanna fuck, I want you too Show in your town, I'll be there soon Girl, what you want? I'm comin' through Send me some nudes, show me your boobs (Okay) Bitch twenty-two, say she in school Bitch, be my muse, swallow dick, whole balloons Glock 22, aim it at you Aim it and shoot, I'll hit you and your troops [Verse 2: RockstarCliff] Real vamp, only come out when I see the moon Real vamp, she tryna bite me just like Bella do And I'm on acid, I'm on shrooms, I do what I do I love Oxy, I love roxy, and I love you I got a Glock with a switch, if they showin', yeah I get so high, I get so high, and I ain't comin' home Got a XD .45, I puff some red, finna get high And you see demons in my eyes, and you see dollar signs And I'm in Louis shoes And I been poppin' blues Really I ain't got no clue I get so, so, so, so high, I can't come down I get so high, I can't fall down My old ho's wanna ball now Glory boy like Ballout I'm so high up in the sky, I can't take calls now I'm shootin' RP's up like some gummies Got Oxy in my tummy Rick Owens, my hood tight on my body like a mummy [Verse 3: SelfMadeSav] Come alive in the nighttime, lil' shawty on that vamp shit I'm on that gang shit, no lame shit This bitch seen me and fainted Smokin' on dead opps, and it got me coughin' Let a nigga play, I'ma put him in a coffin Blood red drank keep a nigga from coughin' Hit it one time, and she keep on callin' She know that I'm ballin', that's pretty much it I don't trust nothin' but my stick Maison Margiela with the motherfuckin' Rick Deliver a pack, and I order a Lyft Smokin' on woods, I'm smokin' on a spliff I make the money do a flip Got a Glocky on my hip And I rock expensive drip Deliver a pack, and I order a Lyft My shoes tied, I cannot trip Don't make me turn you to a myth 5.56, green tips All hunnids, blue strips What's the price on this drip I'm a rockstar just like Cliff And I'm gettin' Hi, 'til I can't C Why everything be lame to me All I wanna drink is fuckin' lean Tryna go to sleep, and I seen you in my dreams It's a nightmare, when he seen that Glock he scream Everything ain't what it seem Blood spillin' on my jeans Hop in that Scat, and I fly like a bat Put that shit on, I get fly like a bat Full metal jacket hit your head, knock off your hat I got the money, that's a fact And I'm on point, like a tac When I catch yo' bro, I can't do that Pop me a Xan when i'm tryna relax She keep on goin', now I'm smokin' on gas This a new shirt, I was just poppin' tags She said you ain't even got no swag Weigh the drugs up, then I put 'em in a bag Margiela my toes, you know they black [Outro] (This is too easy)