Ziploc

作曲 : Bradley James Alexander Geisler/Rylan Doyle/Shakqueel Burthwright/Derek Bissue

Woah woah (Presidents all are dead)

Baguettes (Presidents all are dead)

Woah woah (Presidents all are dead, yeah)

I secure the bag like ziploc (Woah, woah)

I got big guap (Flexing)

Pop them tags I rip off

Baguettes in my wrist watch (Baguettes)

Don't tick tock, yeah

Not at all, yeah

All this sauce, yeah

They pissed off, yeah

Foreign broads in my bed, woah

Hoes since I wore Hermes, woah

Presidents all are dead, yeah

Double G's on my head, woah (Double G's on my head, woah)

Hope a nigga don't think I'm nice

I'm the baddest one since Mike

When I threw bands, check the price, nah-nah

Ride me like a bike, yeah

Diamonds on me, they bite, yeah

On IG, get no likes, yeah

Keep a stick like a dike, yeah

Rover Range I snipe, yeah

Brand new Millie iced, yeah

Pjs on this PJ, was a sleep for the whole flight (Flight)

New girl with me humble, please don't fall into the hype, uh

Hundred racks in a year, spend that just on gear (Woah woah)

Now my record clear (flexing)

See the GOAT when I wake up and look into the mirror (Woah, woah)

I secure the bag like ziploc (Woah)

I got big guap (Flexing)

Pop them tags I rip off

Baguettes in my wrist watch (Baguettes)

Don't tick tock, yeah

Not at all, yeah

All this sauce, yeah

They pissed off, yeah

Foreign broads in my bed, woah

Hoes since I wore Hermes, woah

Presidents all are dead, yeah

Double G's on my head, woah (Double G's on my head, woah)

Hope a nigga don't think I'm nice

I'm the baddest one since Mike

When I threw bands check the price, nah-nah

Ay, I got hoes that wear Hermes

I fxxk a foreign broad in my bed

All my presidents are dead

Double G's on me, I don't wear Guess

Hope a nigga don't think I'm nice

I'm the baddest one since Mike

Run through bands without checking the price

I just got top from another nigga wife

And I grinded for my ice

I'm taking risks every day of my life

Can't trust a b1tch and these niggas a trife (Woah, woah)

I'm a real nigga, I won't expire (Flexing)

And I rock Palm Angels with the fire (Woah, woah)

I secure the bag like ziploc (Woah)

I got big guap (Flexing)

Pop them tags I rip off

Baguettes in my wrist watch (Baguettes)

Don't tick tock, yeah

Not at all, yeah

All this sauce, yeah

They pissed off, yeah

Foreign broads in my bed, woah

Hoes since I wore Hermes, woah

Presidents all are dead, yeah

Double G's on my head, woah (Double G's on my head, woah)

Hope a nigga don't think I'm nice

I'm the baddest one since Mike

When I threw bands check the price, nah-nah