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Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy

R.i.p. Kobe Bryant, R.I.p. 24

I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours

Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains

Vpn, SOCKS, and at least three routers

I'm thumbin' through it, I don't need no counter

Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her

I got oil, I got hemp, I wax, I got flower

Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto

Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door

I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo

Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin' condo

White collar got a nigga ballin' like Lonzo

These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco

Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo

I'ma flip the road route, feelin' like Pop Smoke

Banana cream cake in my motherfuckin' headwrap

If I don't like the smell, then the pack get sent back

If I don't like his energy, I push a nigga shit back

Megan had us all listenin' to Bagg, big facts

Megan has us all listenin' to stream, big facts

All that slick talkin' finna get a nigga kidnapped

Just in, gotta FN, finna go and liftoff

I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off

I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked

My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep

I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique

I'ma hit it from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques

I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me

Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly

She know I'm vicious, I'm fuckin' her savagely

She know I get racks, she know my mentality

Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga

Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a nigga, yeah

Pull in a dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga

Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on niggas

I'm the bad guy, fifty different grid lines

Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline

I was over drippin', I should start my own clothing line

Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine

I ain't never satisfied 'til my money increase

Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries

They be low-key hatin', I can hear 'em whispering

All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering

Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock

I ain't playin' no games, I ain't sparin no opps

It's a full moon now, so I'm burnin' Moon Rock

Livin' off schemes, why is he on tip top?

Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy

R.i.p. Kobe Bryant, R.I.p. 24

I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours

Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains

Vpn, SOCKS, and at least three routers

I'm thumbin' through it, I don't need no counter

Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her

I got oil, I got hemp, I wax, I got flower

Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto

Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door

I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo

Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin' condo

White collar got a nigga ballin' like Lonzo

These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco

Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo

I'ma flip the road route, feelin' like Pop Smoke

• Artist:Lil Baby
• Album:Epidemic