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Dismantled

Album: More Chaos Durasi: 2:24

Yeah, yeah

Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh

Iced-out belt hold my pants up

Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta

How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom

That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him

Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah

If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her

Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle

Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled

Yeah, can't be canceled, yeah, can't be fucked with

Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the truck

Before we take it to the next level, baby girl, tell me who you fuck with?

Yeah, who you fuck with? Yeah

I ain't fuckin' with these hos, I'm tryna get that bank

I'm tryna cop a current crib, yeah, with a gate

I live a fast life with no brakes, supercharged, all-wheel drive

No, I can't fuck with these bitches, they gon' say that like lyin'

Yeah, I'm a stand-up guy, ain't standin' down for nobody

If you havin' animosity, Ken Carson fucked your bitch, prolly

My bitch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God

She rock three camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh

Thought you was at home in your close friends, you in the rulebook

You ain't him on the internet, I know them not just rumors

No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip

Love on me, yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts

Had another bitch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft

I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party

Give a fuck 'bout these hos, I'm getting money regardless

Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don't get me started

Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh

Iced out belt hold my pants up

Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta

How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom

That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him

Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, this shit for my fam', yeah

If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her

Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle

Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled