[Intro: Toure]
(Dirty Sosa)
I'm laughin' at haters like, "Haha"
(Ayy, JG)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Toure]
This shit like magic, they see me in traffic
Pop up in the trenches like, "Voila"
Back at the condo, she losin' connection
She just done asked me for the wi-fi
Forty floors up, shit, we sky-high
Just left the block, I was dishin' the rock
We like Jigga and Emory, tied, tied
Pop out the cut like, "Fah-fah"
Slidin' side-by-side, that's chemistry
I ain't lettin' this beef shit finish me
Used to spin in a Buick, a Century
Feel like we been into it a century
Now I'm back, I woke up in the back of a 'Bach
This shit feel like a dream, who pinchin' mе?
I was twelve in my bag, all them twеlve-twelve bags
How the fuck I'ma play in the industry?
Rose-gold Patek, this shit fully loaded
This the 'Cat, not the Scat, man, this shit fully loaded
What happened? I got my first bag, I blowed it
I blew it, I'm Jewish, this new one, I hold it, I shield it
I jumped in that water, I floated
Lil Yachty, I boated
This cocaine music, like Gotti, I sold it
They said that I been in my bag, I know it
The Goyard, the blue one, the old one, the new one
I got some shrooms in the room, we should do some
I'm tryna have a threesome, I ain't introduce 'em
Feel like I'm Pluto, I show her the future
I ain't tryna wrestle, she fuck with a loser
Switch on the glizzy, it shoot like a movie
I click it and frrrt, it's gon' shoot like an Uzi
I'm actin' bad like I'm in a Tubi
Got hot and I bubbled, shit, I'm a jacuzzi
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
Yeah, laugh at them haters like, "Haha"
Can't believe this is my life
Never trip 'bout them haters, I kept it too player, just look at my highlights
In the foreign so big, got digital dash, it look like it's sci-fi
I laugh at them haters like, "Haha"
Oh, they mad? Haha

[Verse 2: Toure]
Kid up the Carbon and grrah, grrah
Mhm, uh-huh
Okay, I ain't goin' back broke, n***a, no way, nah, nah
Every day, it's a new n***a dissin' me
Come get at me, don't at me or mention me
With the mob, it's hard to get close to me
Bitch, if I turn my back, don't be postin' me
She just text, "Where you at?" and I text right back
"Bitch, I'm right at the top where I'm 'posed to be"
The Glock right on my lap where it's 'posed to be
It's right under the wheel like it chauffeur me
I walk right into Shyne, tell 'em, "Trophy me"
Don't be talkin' 'bout a dime, that's a coat for me
Don't be talkin' bout a dub, that's a show for me
You can buy me the world, it's a no for me
I ain't runnin' out of hope, I'ma still get you smoked
Get you right, put you right where you 'posed to be
Alright, get you right out the blue like you Loc to me
Got me laughin', these n***as a joke to me
[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
Laugh at them haters like, "Haha"
Can't believe this is my life
Never trip 'bout them haters, I kept it too player, just look at my highlights
In the foreign so big, got digital dash, it look like it's sci-fi
I laugh at them haters like, "Haha"
Oh, they mad? Haha

[Outro: Toure]
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