Fuck You Mean
YHR Binga
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Yeah, I'm on my grind till I get that green
She be talkin' like she from the streets. Bitch, the fuck you mean?
You got your nails done, hair back, and it's all on fleek
Yet you beggin' for a Birkin bag Bitch, the fuck you mean
It's a fast car, Aston Martin, carbon out the ride
Hoppin' out with Urus entourages, no, I cannot hide
Yeah, I'm locked in with my youngins and they all by my side
Yeah, I'm just one Bonnie surrounded by 20 Clydes
I run to the racks, watch the digits all increase
My heat under the Versace tee for all my people deceased
The only time I take these Ls is when they are next to the Vs
In the mornin' I make an M, in the evenin' count up P's
Hide your hoe
'Cause she's all up in my Instagram DMs, then she gotta go
Yeah, they doin' the most Yeah, they do the most
Magnet my gun to potatoes
Mixin' up codeine with blueberry Faygo
25 racks, turn me to an A-hole
Mold the world to my liking like Play-Doh
No OVO when I talk about my Drake
My last bitch told me to leave her alone, so I came back with a rake
Your RM11, those cloudy-ass diamonds
I'm no jeweler, yet I know they're fake
Pay 20 bands for the carbon exterior
Pay more to charity, yet you still hate
You gon' get beat if you go the wrong way
Ain't no way they bringin' it back
What do you know about NASCAR whippin' when you in the ends, practice laps
Yeah, no Apple, but I got a Mac, yeah
Why would I lie when it's all facts, yeah
Yeah, I'm on my grind till I get that green
She be talkin' like she from the streets. Bitch, the fuck you mean?
You got your nails done, hair back, and it's all on fleek
Yet you beggin' for a Birkin bag Bitch, the fuck you mean
It's a fast car, Aston Martin, carbon out the ride
Hoppin' out with Urus entourages, no, I cannot hide
Yeah, I'm locked in with my youngins and they all by my side
Yeah, I'm just one Bonnie surrounded by 20 Clydes
If you fuck with one of my people, I want you dead
Got this bad white girl, she gon' give me head
Got him on the top floor, then fill that boy with lead
Prayin' for my dead homies, damn near shed a tear
Ain't no drivin' sport, drivin', manual with the tint
How the find that boy, he mad cause I stole his bag
Got this Jedi man, because I be rollin' with the saber
Yeah, yeah, caught it when it hit, I took it in
I'm a bad boy, I'm high, just pop another Xan
Get that cash, boy, Oh my God, she taste like cinnamon
Get that tech, boy, cause you know I kill these other men
People envy us, That's why you can't have too many friends
Pussy boy, talkin' on the net, get your cash up
Got your bitch on my dick, yeah, she is a dancer
Got these boys mad because my pockets get fatter
Bitch, the fuck you mean, She told me that I'm just gettin' badder okay
Yeah, I'm on my grind till I get that green
She be talkin' like she from the streets. Bitch, the fuck you mean?
You got your nails done, hair back, and it's all on fleek
Yet you beggin' for a Birkin bag Bitch, the fuck you mean
It's a fast car, Aston Martin, carbon out the ride
Hoppin' out with Urus entourages, no, I cannot hide
Yeah, I'm locked in with my youngins and they all by my side
Yeah, I'm just one Bonnie surrounded by 20 Clydes
Yeah
That's It!