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Laylo!!
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(The forest holds secrets beyond comprehension)
(You seem lost)
How you mad as fuck, 'cause I don't text back?
Might pop a Molly, mom said, "Fent' bad"
Don't even tell me, nigga, know yo' bitch fat
I been getting bread, ho, that's how I get back
Yuh, brand new Moncler coat, and I said, "Fuck the tag"
Waste my shit just buying dope, I might fuck up the bag
Damn, get that for ya, bro, I ain't even tryna brag
Brand new racks for my kinfolk, that's why my shit sag
Yuh, blow that lil' bitch down, I might say, "Fuck the mag"
I popped three ten's, bitch, and I ain't even lag (Ain't even lag)
Keep that in the Fendi tote, might make lil' bro zag
Capped out, ain't tryna hit, bro, you think your ho bad?
How you mad as fuck, 'cause I don't text back? (Text back)
Might pop a Molly, mom said, "Fะตnt' bad"
Don't even tell mะต, nigga, know yo' bitch fat (Bitch fat)
I been getting bread, ho, that's how I get back
Niggas told you
Brodie, keep that, put on that screen, just like Roku
Serving this shit fast, make 'emโ
Ah, I shop at Nobu
My shit green like grass
Hit my line, I don't know you
Like we got brand packs, ugh
Smoking, huh
I'm smoking boof, this shit pressure
Pour red right inside this bitch, it look like ketchup
You stay steady lying, bitch, hit from the neck up
Ten toes, you stay crying, bitch, like lil' bro step up
How you mad as fuck, 'cause I don't text back? (Text back)
Might pop a Molly, mom said, "Fent' bad"
Don't even tell me, nigga, know yo' bitch fat (Bitch fat)
I been getting bread, ho, that's how I get back (Get back)
How you mad as fuck, 'cause I don't text back?
Might pop a Molly, mom said, "Fent' bad"
Don't even tell me, nigga, know yo' bitch fat
I been getting bread, ho, that's how I get back
How you mad as fuck, 'cause I don't text back? (In the twilight of existence)
Might pop a Molly, mom said, "Fent' bad" (We are but flickering candles)
Don't even tell me, nigga, know yo' bitch fat
I been getting bread, ho, that's how I get back
(The nights may hold secrets, but only to those who dare to listen)