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I'm tryna get you high, I'm tryna get you fly Wheezy outta here
I'm tryna get you high, girl, I'm tryna get you fly
I'm tryna get you fly, I'm tryna get you fly, girl

Chorus: Future
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off thе runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock 40, my young niggas want bodies
I gеt fresher than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah

Verse 1: Future
I put it on, when I put it on, I'm stackin' it high, I'm stackin' up neat, yeah
Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah
You never seen what I seen, yeah
I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
Givin' you somethin' to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah
Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah
Chanaynay pillows, my room, yeah
You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I'ma pop, yeah
Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah
Eat it up, every drop, yeah
Designer, my drugs, designer, my jeans, designer, way down to my socks, yeah
You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an impostor
I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches starstruck
They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful
Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy every day I still feel awesome

Chorus: Future
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock 40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah

Verse 2: NAV
Ballin', I keep my composure
She fuck with me for exposure
Drivin', V-12 my motor Skrrt
They gon' 'member my name when it's over
Back of the 'Bach, I'm comfy Yeah
Had to put on for my country Yeah
Pourin' codeine in my tummy Yeah
Wipe your nose like it's runny Slatt
No opp block, sippin' on bubbly Bubbly
Pluto my twin like Dudley Dudley
I'm on the win like Rocky Yeah
Balenci' my socks, I'm cocky Yeah
Certified G, I ate my fists
Brand new foreign, look fire with no kit
Drive in my city, top down, no tints
Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic
Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took
Ridin' with a thirty clip under my gut
Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent
When I die, my sister gon' benefit
I ain't G.D., but I'll take care plenty folk
Crack in the truck, got plenty coke
Wheezy outta here, more waves than boats
Every day I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap

Chorus: Future
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock 40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah