J𖤐ZZ(sixkun!)[P:;//Wacktivist{&}justrolo]

BAS$k - mr bean

Make Yo Life Complete (prod. dami4k)

(Prod by Smokefusion)

Yeah
Designer fashion, Designer fashion
Ooh ima cop it , ill grab it
Bad bitch I want it, ill snatch it 
Perc 10s I love em a habit
I send me a couple bows 
Across the states cuz 
I get away for what im taxin
(For what im taxing)

I love the way the bag be 
feeling in my hands 
Im chasing wealth but tonight 
I might get a dance
A couple perkys in my hand
Don’t stand a chance
Hop on a flight I bet im 
Geeked until we land
The Molly coming white 
Or shit be tan like sand
My shooter a Fien
I pay in xans instead of bands
Doing anything but get a job
Caught em cashing them cans
The way I keep a script they
Call me DR.Sosobandz

I cant even cap like ima quit the drugs
I know I can’t
But ive been geeking up and im 
Still growing like a plant
Im in and out the bank I get that 
Money quick advance
We driving south to drop the check
They know me there as Stan
Fake ids ion sip that liquor on that drank
But I keep me a couple so I  slide in any chase
Im limping from them racks u think my ass need a brace
Brodie hit him with that led and after that he got erased

Sippin so much red its the only thing I taste
I don’t front this bag expensive you can’t pay
Im swiping cards up at the Saks expensive day
But I aint pay for I got today

Yeah
Designer fashion, Designer fashion
Ooh ima cop it , ill grab it
Bad bitch I want it, ill snatch it
Perc 10s I love em a habit
I send me a couple bows 
Across the states cuz 
I get away for what im taxin

Wake up geek , punch in, make money and nothing else
You can tell we got that top shelf when we walk u get that smell
I like my bitch boujee, complaining if ion buy Chanel
I like a big ol booty grabbin me my perks while I do sales
I gotta thank the bank I made a couple thousand thru the Zelle
You think the way im taxing on my perks im sending them thru jail
And im petty with my bitch can’t leave the house till I get the mail
All the bows be coming by the tons I need a bigger scale
Ferrogamo or fendi belt, she hear my voice it make her melt
Damn near need a fuckin trophy for all the fiends I fucking dealt 
I remember back in the day when pops would ask like,
 what’s that smell?
My pockets knotted up, if they gon ask I say I fell

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