16yrold
Super Bowl Halftime

[Intro]
What?
Uh
Yeet
Cash out
Yeet (AR)
AR, AR
What?
Yeet
Cash out (What?)
Uh, what?
16-year-old wit' me, feel what I'm sayin'? Y'all with me?
Woo (Yeet)
Uh
Yeet (What?)
What? (Talkin' that mother— what?)
What?

[Verse]
Smokin' the dope that I snuck on the airplane
Land in New York, I was gone fifty seconds
Nicholas Cage, when I walk with the weapon
When I get caught, yeah, I'm switchin' the weapon
Look at my outfit; the Dior I'm oozin'
Rollin' with Benz, you'll be back-to-back couptin'
Gun like a ruler, don't look at my chain
I popped a perc for the fun, not the pain
Cuffin' these bitches, my n***a, I fucked it
I put on the Dickies, they matchin' the Chukkas
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Overseas shopping, I feel like a tourist
I poured a three on my Mars [?]
Fifties, a hundreds, I tell my bitch count it
Freeze in Mt. Everest, look at my diamonds
Shoot out the window, that's how we blind them
Ready, full clips, I was grindin'