Lyrics

[Intro] Kill Confirmed (Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye, hey) [Verse 1] My new bitch came from France (France), she rockin' Saint Laurent (Laurent) The fuck you hatin' on? (On), Ball like I was LeBron (LeBron) You should humble yourself (Self), call you Kendrick Lamar (Lamar) She wanna ride with me (Me), and [?] my engine on (Uh) I'm so misunderstood (Uh-uh), oh you just ill-informed (Okay) Okay, bitch so fuckin' bad, she foreign, don't get borin' (Yeah) Already think I'm cheatin' on her, ain't been home, I just been tourin' (Yeah) I put Ruined on my beanie for when it's cold and it gеt snowin' (Okay) I put a number on his head and roll him off like I wеnt bowlin' (Okay) I already paid up for the morning, fuck her at night, she might get a bonus (Yeah) She wanna tell me what she know, but you don't even know that I'm already knowin', yeah (Nope) Fuckin' her for the night, I might tell her I love her, I'm plottin' on other girls (Yeah) I got a model in my DM tryna be my brand new cover girl (Yeah) I already feel like an alien, I already feel like I came from other world (Yeah) He wanna play with my name, you playin' with life, sent him to the underworld (Yeah) I'm not the nigga to talk with, I crack her back like a crawfish (Yeah) I'm not the nigga to shop with, I eat a [?] (Bitch) Bitch, I got Rickie on my feet (My feet) He tryna be me, but he know he not me (Not me) I like the way she do it, it sloppy (Sloppy) Beat up the bag, I'ma do it like Rocky (Rocky) Yeah, I keep me a stick like it's hockey (Hockey) Yeah, it's nothin' but killers around me (Yeah) Yeah, I got me a thing for the oxy' (Yeah) Yeah, my bitch bilingual, Mozzy I need a Rollie with diamonds to face Which one of my opps is dyin' today? (Huh) We makin' this shit they was dyin' to make Not Noah Shebib, but I ride with a Drac' (Ohh) Yeah, I'm finna crank up, I got her face down, ruin her makeup (Ruin her makeup) Bitch, I got her ass up, I'm off a flat one, I gotta wake up (I gotta wake up) Bitch, we keep a stick out, he talkin' stupid, we put a hit out (We put a hit out) Damn, we keep the bitch out, she got a big mouth, she gotta get out (She gotta get out) Damn, she textin' me tryna see if I eat yet I put a bullet hole right at his V-Neck I'm finna play with this girl like recess [?] hittin' my phone like [?] (Ha) I don't wanna stress, I want me a check I'm tryin' my hardest, I want me the best I want me the baddest 'cause I want to flex The more that I got it, I wanted it less [Outro] The more that I got it, I wanted it less