Kyrie

Rollie, Rari, wrist

Rari, Rollie, switch

Sauce 'em up like Kyrie, yeah

Rollie, Rari, wrist

Rari, Rollie, switch

Guacamole Lambo with the artichoke dip

Rollie, Rari, wrist

Rari, Rollie, switch

Guacamole Lambo, yeah

Sauce 'em up like Kyrie, yeah

These days I been dead, got no feelings

Left behind my ex, movin' forward, drop the ceiling

Foreign going skrt, diamond choker, got no freedom

I don't want no love, do 'em dirty, I mislead em

Tracking *****pment on my purchase, copped a Rollie

Did that cause I made a 100 on my lonely

If I ain't sitting in a foreign, I get cold feet

Shit on niggas that would never lil bro me

Who knew that gettin' money, sitting in the fast lane

Could make a hoe go switch it up to get that last name

20 racks in money counter, look like fast frame

Rich forever, Glam Boy be thinking past fame

Buy a bitch Chanel, brand new pair of heels

Just so she could shit all on my ex, she kiss and tell

Poppin' all these pills, I been on a thrill

Double cup gon' hold me up, I pray that I don't spill

I drown away in all my ice, my neck a glacier

I don't stress, I take a trip, don't got no neighbors

All my enemies come back and ask for favors

An all my ex's come around when they see paper

Sauce 'em up like Kyrie, yeah

Rollie, Rari, wrist

Rari, Rollie, switch

Guacamole Lambo with the artichoke dip

Rollie, Rari, wrist

Rari, Rollie, switch

Guacamole Lambo, yeah

Sauce 'em up like Kyrie, yeah

These days I been dead, got no feelings

Left behind my ex, movin' forward, drop the ceiling

Foreign going skrt, diamond choker, got no freedom

I don't want no love, do 'em dirty, I mislead em

Yeah, you talk about your block like it’s popping there

Yeah, you talk about that block, but your not from there

Yeah, you talk about your block like it’s popping there

Yeah, you talk about that block, but your not from there

I’m on your block like papa bear

You got Harleys, but no choppers there

I’m a block boy, you’re an opp boy

I’m a hot boy, I’m a hot boy

I got the codeine cases (yeah)

You thought that this star faded (yeah)

Diamond ring is a space*****p (yeah)

The Maybach back spacious (yeah)

She keep poppin' for your highness (yeah)

It’s not me reacting it's my sinus

Roll up on you like dices

Ass back off the bike is

Why the future looks brightest

Start sprinkling spices

Test me I might bite it

I been on my Mike Tyson

Jetski on ice

With the Gretzky slice

Sauce 'em up like Kyrie, yeah

Rollie, Rari, wrist

Rari, Rollie, switch

Guacamole Lambo with the artichoke dip

Rollie, Rari, wrist

Rari, Rollie, switch

Guacamole Lambo, yeah

Sauce 'em up like Kyrie, yeah

These days I been dead, got no feelings

Left behind my ex, movin' forward, drop the ceiling

Foreign going skrt, diamond choker, got no freedom

I don't want no love, do 'em dirty, I mislead em