Don't need no stylist Gucci fabric on my bad bitch She got a habit, cause she more than average She more than average, a couple carats She up in the rift and we can *** her under the stars Put my nana on my neck and shine like lights, you can't ignore her Know them charges never stick, I beat them cases just like flow I caught that bitch at other turbo booths, I know you hear the noise Bitch diamonds gleaming, she *** with a nigga like me cause I ain't no average I run with demons, *** with a nigga like me then you won't breathe on me Switch hoes like Caesar, so many broken hearts, I don't even wanna know Like what's the meaning, how you gon' have the strength to forgive but she ain't gon' let it go I bought her a deer for all the times that she felt pain Crying faster, to show I need her, I bought her Alexander McQueen Shows my passion, every time I see her, I try to get all of me that I can Forget what happened, hurt like hell, she leaving in with another man I can feel what's happening, I bought Gucci sneaks, they see all of the snakes I cut my grass, caught it in lenses, see her face, it ain't no way that they just glad It ain't no stopping for the J's, they know the cause, we drive the fast Another high speed chase, we gon' act like nothing happened Another high speed chase, we gon' act like nothing happened Ain't no stopping for the J's, they know the cause, we drive the fast Gucci fab, bitch, on my bad, bitch She got a habit, cause she more than average She more than average, a cuppa carry She up in the river, we can *** under the stars 2x9, they on my neck, it shine like lights, you can't ignore You know them charges never stick, I beat them cases, just like flow I caught that bitch at all the turbo booths, I know you hear the noise Ain't it amazing, how I can stuff a hundred racks inside these purples Ain't it amazing, how I turned my Nike sneaks into Gucci Ain't it amazing, how I made it out of that war zone where I used to be But ain't it crazy, how I left the war, but I'm still at war with my enemies V-long shirt, purple jeans, can't forget my Gucci king I almost forgot my Gucci belt, it helped me on my blick I can't judge myself, I'm sorry, I don't know what the style is And I'm soft, I'm showing my ass, but I remember when I had *** Yeah, now I'm making hits, and I'm sorry I can't miss No curry in my blick, I shoot from deep like it's a free throw Warriors, we the type to pull up, make them get loose Amateurs, they the type to pull up, shoot out windows If I die tonight, I'll be fresh as death You see these snakes holdin' my ankles while you hear a slither when I step These ain't just shades, I see the real effect, so I spin them under my belt And I know I got my ***ed up words, but I never said I was proud of myself I don't need no stars, Gucci fabric, on my bad bitch She gotta have it, cause she more than average She more than average, a couple carries She up in the river, we can *** her under the stars 2x9, they on my neck, it shine like lights, you can't ignore You know them charges never stick, I beat them cases just like floss I caught that bitch in all the turbo boots, I know you hear the noise