[Intro]
(Neilaworld)
[Verse]
Yeah
We in Neiman Marcus
I'm like, damn, b*tch, I need that
I'm not high enough
I'm like, damn, where my weed at? (Uh)
Where my lean at? (Uh)
Where my ecstasy? (Uh)
I got this bad ass b*tch, she gettin' next to me, yeah
She go [?], yeah, she blowing me, yeah
I got drank in my cup, too many drugs, can't fall up
These lame ass ni**as fall off
Me? I'm just fallin' up
Me? I'm just ballin' up
Hundred [?], told 'em, "Mount it up"
These ni**as can't see me, I don't give no fu*ks
'Cause I know I'm fye, and I know they su*k
Pull up, SRT, I'm talkin' bout that truck
I pull up on your b*tch, now she [?]
She like, "Damn, he rich, goddamn, he up"
Ain't no façade, b*tch, I'm havin' this sh*t
Just like my boy Carti, yeah, I'ma die lit
I'ma shoot up the party, if you reach for my wrist
Yeah, a ni**a try me, you know you gettin' killed
I been serving these lean fiends, no seal
I been serving these weed fiends, no scale
You just cappin' and rappin', I'm strappin' for real
I took off my Balenci' and put on Margiela
Hell yeah, I'm a vamp, how I'm lookin' for Bella
I was just in my city, but now I'm in LA
And when I say LA, b*tch, I mean LA