which one

Woah, woah

Woah, Look Killa (rave)

Look Killa (rave)

Look Killa

I come in when they wakin' up

My twin slide by, he'll take your money

All these niggas said they makin' money

But, honestly, they don't make enough

They ain't makin' nothin'

That bitch keep frontin'

My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racin', dawg

All this codeine help my numbness

Pop a G6 molly and I'm takin' off

Honestly, I don't do the lovin'

And I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty

It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties

All these pints, it's a Top Floor pharmacy

I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs

And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me

I'm tryna figure out which one love me

I'm tryna figure out which one trust me

My chain keep swangin', my gang keep gangin'

My bitch come through like all the time

All I see is dollar signs, my brand new shades Balenciaga

All these clothes, I got Vetements problems

Yes, I'm the nigga that made No Stylist

I go shoppin', no personal shopper

Ain't nobody touchin' my swag (uh)

I got way too much weed, too much drank in my bag, don't touch that bag

I get way too fly, I'm jet-lagged, and your bitch jet-lagged

I just keep on goin' back to back, with these hits and with this swag

We just keep on goin' back to back, and honestly I'm tryna bag ya

I keep a FN right on my hip, make a pussy nigga back up

I go rockstar, raver, cowboy, and I put my weed in tobacco

I use my tennis chain as a lasso, most of these bitches just some gnat hoes

I had to switch up my last ho, I'm not the nigga from last year

I come in when they wakin' up

My twin slide by, he'll take your money

All these niggas said they makin' money

But, honestly, they don't make enough

They ain't makin' nothin'

That bitch keep frontin'

My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racin', dawg

All this codeine help my numbness

Pop a G6 molly and I'm takin' off

Honestly, I don't do the lovin'

And I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty

It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties

All these pints, it's a Top Floor pharmacy

I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs

And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me

I'm tryna figure out which one love me

I'm tryna figure out which one trust me

All of this shit can get ugly

I put a mask on, I'm not ugly

I just be countin' up all this money

I just be countin' up all this money

She said I smell good when she hug me

I think she smell good when she hug me

Can't let a broke bitch touch me

Can't let a broke nigga touch me

Can't let a opp nigga touch me

My diamonds polished, and yours are rusty (yeah)

My diamonds rainin', I use an umbrella

From out of the doors on the Cullinan (yeah)

Her pussy rain and I use an umbrella

From out of the doors on the Cullinan (yeah)

Back seat, roll up another one (yeah)

Back seat, I pour up another cup (yeah)

I'm the Look Killa, I came to kill

And honestly, it's gettin' scary, man (yeah)

I might be the flyest in America (flyest)

Tell these fuck niggas try it, I'm darin' them

I'm the best and it ain't no comparison

And she call me one time, I'm there

And my brother called me up, I'm there (yeah)

I put the platinum all in my hair (yeah)

Rockstar, uh (yeah)

I come in when they wakin' up

My twin slide by, he'll take your money

All these niggas said they makin' money

But, honestly, they don't make enough

They ain't makin' nothin'

That bitch keep frontin'

My Trackhawk Jeep, I'm racin', dawg

All this codeine help my numbness

Pop a G6 molly and I'm takin' off

Honestly, I don't do the lovin'

And I'm stiff on hoes, but I like you, shawty

It's a drink party, we don't go to no parties

All these pints, it's a Top Floor pharmacy

I'm off all these drugs, I don't go to no clubs

And all these bitches tryna come through and fuck me

I'm tryna figure out which one love me

I'm tryna figure out which one trust me (yeah)