Low Top Vanz

I'm getting money like a Jewish family

Tryna be father, I'm not Bryce and Bronny

My jewelry gay, it got some rainbows in it

The FN tan just like DJ Khaled

Then Big Jon died for tryna take a Xanny

My cream soda dark as Patrick Beverley

My Vans white like a human trafficker

Saw a fit in Gucci, and I kidnapped it

I can see the ocean view now as I'm rappin'

We smacked your people and I hate it happened

I'm fuckin' prostitutes for satisfaction

She wish her G6 high was everlastin'

I'm tiltin' the pint bottle' like T.I. hat

I never post a shootout nigga 'cause I ain't no rat

I got versatility, I'm not Doja Cat

When he get done, just tell him to bring you back

'Cause you missin' out

'Cause you missin' out, you

Missin' out

I'm a project baby, I still got all my trophies on the dresser

She left out with my jacket, 'cause she in love with Margiela

I woke up, bought a pint, but only five lines had got measured

Don't be that nigga who I charged for a feature, sayin' I left him

We fallin' off, never

It been three years and I ain't drop, but I'm still trendy

The Miu Miu shirt, it cost so much that I wore it dingy

I left the jewelers with AP frost, this ain't Wendy's

I want the nigga dead so bad, I'm being friendly

He caught a hat for the gang and now I don't know him

She told me put my pride aside, but I'm not Frank Ocean

If I stack my bankroll up, it's size of Nine Vicious (bring me back to you)

I get my swag from Japan

She's a G6 fan

She's a G6 fanatic

Maybach got space like NASA

I got a PT in the passenger

I got a whole lot of fugitives livin' inside a room

I got 13 white people on Zoom (bring me back to you)

You smacked a killer, but you rapped in it in your song

You could mix up uppers with some downers, but you did it wrong

Gotta do some time but I know one day, it gon' bring me home

Bring me back to you

Bring me back to you (bring me back to you)

I don't care about fashion, lil' bro know I ain't got no Chrome plug

I held up my hat, they played the opp's song in the club

I left out the store fresh to death, long live Michael Brown

That ho be sayin', "Oh, my God," like Karl-Anthony Towns (bring me back to you)

Shawty, yeah, yeah

I wanna come back to you

Shawty, yeah, yeah

I wanna come back to you

Shawty, yeah, yeah

I wanna come back to you

Shawty, yeah, yeah

I wanna come back to you