Nah, come on T, man
00:00
Not even chatting to these bruddas, man
00:02
They're boys, man, baby boys
00:04
Still got Oysters and that
00:07
Not even oyster for petrols
00:09
Time's different on their wrists
00:11
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
00:13
Look at my squad, like holy moly
00:15
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
00:19
Look at my squad
00:22
Yeah, fuck it, I'm a selfish prick
00:24
Stacking I go getting rich
00:26
Rocking YSL and shit
00:27
You in the ghetto getting nicked
00:29
Champagne glasses in the whip
00:31
Moses told me that it's lit
00:32
I've got makeup on my dick
00:34
Holy cow, holy shit
00:35
Wore no collars when we met
00:37
Make up stories in their heads
00:38
When this morning, made some eggs
00:40
For your bae in my bed
00:41
I have things but not success
00:43
I got steaks and overheads
00:44
Closed mouths don't get fed
00:46
Boy, you tired, go to bed
00:47
I'm alive and I'm a ledge
00:49
You're alive, so why you dead?
00:50
[?] in the flesh
00:52
Boujee bastard in the flesh
00:54
Niggas say it with their chest
00:55
I just say it, then it's pressed
00:57
'Raris in the SLS
00:58
Parties in the SLS
01:00
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
01:02
Look at my squad, like holy moly
01:05
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
01:08
Look at my squad
01:11
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck
01:13
God, I hate these sycophants
01:15
Everything that's in my head
01:16
Sound like Kanye when he raps
01:18
I don't do this for my 'Gram
01:20
I don't do this for no bants
01:21
Why you tweeting me this shit?
01:23
You ain't fucking relevant
01:25
Someone tell 'em that I'm woke
01:26
Someone tell 'em that he's broke
01:27
Someone tell 'em that the boy done seen a mill at 24
01:29
In Australia for a show
01:31
You in Shoreditch doing coke
01:34
I got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke
01:35
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
01:38
Kings all in my lineage
01:40
No trace, no witness
01:41
Pray to God for forgiveness
01:43
Lambo all tinted
01:44
The kids all know the plate
01:46
Chicks go all the way
01:47
It's one phone call away
01:49
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
01:50
Look at my squad, like holy moly
01:54
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
01:57
Look at my squad
02:00
I'm a boss
02:02
In a Porsche
02:05
It's very posh
02:07
Too much sauce
02:08
Too much sauce
02:10
And my house is like my exes
02:11
Too much floss
02:13
My Lamborghini
02:14
It look like Jaws
02:16
That's not a Roley
02:17
It's Michael Kors
02:19
Too much sauce
02:20
You best run back to your older boy
02:22
I know young Gs is gon' FaceTime if they wil' out like Soulja Boy
02:24
Like rah
02:27
Lyrics & Translation
[English]
Nah, come on T, man
Not even chatting to these bruddas, man
They're boys, man, baby boys
Still got Oysters and that
Not even oyster for petrols
Time's different on their wrists
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad
Yeah, fuck it, I'm a selfish prick
Stacking I go getting rich
Rocking YSL and shit
You in the ghetto getting nicked
Champagne glasses in the whip
Moses told me that it's lit
I've got makeup on my dick
Holy cow, holy shit
Wore no collars when we met
Make up stories in their heads
When this morning, made some eggs
For your bae in my bed
I have things but not success
I got steaks and overheads
Closed mouths don't get fed
Boy, you tired, go to bed
I'm alive and I'm a ledge
You're alive, so why you dead?
[?] in the flesh
Boujee bastard in the flesh
Niggas say it with their chest
I just say it, then it's pressed
'Raris in the SLS
Parties in the SLS
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck
God, I hate these sycophants
Everything that's in my head
Sound like Kanye when he raps
I don't do this for my 'Gram
I don't do this for no bants
Why you tweeting me this shit?
You ain't fucking relevant
Someone tell 'em that I'm woke
Someone tell 'em that he's broke
Someone tell 'em that the boy done seen a mill at 24
In Australia for a show
You in Shoreditch doing coke
I got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kings all in my lineage
No trace, no witness
Pray to God for forgiveness
Lambo all tinted
The kids all know the plate
Chicks go all the way
It's one phone call away
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh, my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad
I'm a boss
In a Porsche
It's very posh
Too much sauce
Too much sauce
And my house is like my exes
Too much floss
My Lamborghini
It look like Jaws
That's not a Roley
It's Michael Kors
Too much sauce
You best run back to your older boy
I know young Gs is gon' FaceTime if they wil' out like Soulja Boy
Like rah
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