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[Intro: Yung Fazo] She say I'm too cool, I'm too fly, look at my swag I got too much cash, walking in Saks, I pop tags now, yeah Look at my fit, look at my drip, look at my swag 'Member I was broke, yeah, I had to go get this— [Chorus: Yung Fazo] She say I'm too cool, I'm too fly, look at my swag now I got too much cash, walking in Saks, I pop tags now, yeah Look at my fit, look at my drip, look at my swag now 'Member I was broke, yeah, I had to go get this bag now Did this shit myself, I ain't never gon' take no handouts Tell her buss it down, yeah, on some real shit, yeah I'm tryna feel shit, you know my brothers kill shit, yeah On some drill shit, she gon' pull up, and get dick [Verse 1: Yung Fazo] Suicidal, she gon' slit wrist, yeah See me and she asked if I missed this, yeah Early I have for this doubled up, what did just lift this I just be going too fast, the whip is just stick shift, yeah Tell hеr that I really love her, I don't mеan it All of this ice on my neck, the brand new Patek, yeah it got me sea sick Mama told me not to flex, but I learned to flex, it feel like I'm dreamin' Had to go run up a check and she double back, 'cause she want the semen [Verse 2: tana] I'm finna bust on her back, and pull on her tracks, that lil' ho screamin' These bum broke niggas mad, 'cause we countin' cash, niggas think we beefin' (Yeah) Glockie in my lap, if you want the smoke, you can catch a beatin' (Mmh) And I got a 14 of that gas, so now I'm chiefin' I sleep with that gat', in case they run in while I'm sleepin' And the choppa, bullet goin' blatt When I'm at yo trap, bitch, watch how I sneak in (Yeah) Pick your bitch up in the Rover, she rockin' the robe, and now we sleepin' I could tell from the start that, that ho was on go, I gave her the blunt, she was chiefin' Woah, oh, oh, oh (Yeah) Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' rockstar Pop out with that guitar, niggas think I'm a popstar Try to run, he won't get far, yeah [Chorus: Yung Fazo] She say I'm too cool, I'm too fly, look at my swag now I got too much cash, walking in Saks, I pop tags now, yeah Look at my fit, look at my drip, look at my swag now 'Member I was broke, yeah, I had to go get this bag now Did this shit myself, I ain't never gon' take no handouts Tell her buss it down, yeah, on some real shit, yeah I'm tryna feel shit, you know my brothers kill shit, yeah On some drill shit, she gon' pull up, and get dick [Outro: Yung Fazo] Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Yeah, yeah