Bora Bora

Lyrics

[Intro] (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) [Chorus] All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks I know one bitch asked me for a flight, but she ain't ate it yet I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act [Verse 1] Off a lotta pills, kissin' bitches, ew Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel Don't get caught with the scale, bro 'nem died in the field We had to split our meals, went half for hotels Gotta watch your mans, that's the beauty of the streets Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast Never call my phone about the opps 'cause ain't no peace Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police [Chorus] All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks I know one bitch asked me for a flight, but she ain't ate it yet I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act [Verse 2] Funeral, suit and tie, I'll shoot for the guys Takin' shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now I put blood in my Shahada, I got kufis with me now Feel like I'm dyin', I'm too high, Pluto died in the Chi Got me ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now Hunnid rounds on him now Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto... [Chorus] All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks I know one bitch asked me for a flight, but she ain't ate it yet I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act