receipt ft. spacestorm1 Lyrics

Coppin' the Benz, I brought my receipt

Hollow tips going through yo teeth

Finally rich, got you callin' me Keef

Wok in my cup, spillin' on my feet

Don't need an ID, they already know me

Tellin' my girl that my side a homie

Got the traphouse bein' watched by police

Textin' you back while I'm fuckin' yo niece

Off of the henny, got bitches a plenty

Carryin bags, inside is some Fenti

They want me, tell bitches to rent me

Rather hang with Jada respectfully

Damn, you bitches got no plan

I just be fucking with pan

Bitches be my damn fans

She just be using no hands

Damn, damn, I don't need no fucking mutuals, aye

Recording this be like a ritual, aye

Met a girl, she into spiritual shit, aye, aye, yuh

Find me just sippin' on particles

Rappin' young like I'm Lil Barnacle

I'mma be topics of articles

I don't need no fuckin advice

I jus be chillin' eating my rice

I jus be chillin' watchin hood fights

I jus be tellin' people my size

Damn, I be debatin' like Bryjk

Can't hear shit, like what you say

Speakers so loud like damn okay

Okay, okay, okay

Coppin' the Benz, I brought my receipt

Hollow tips going through yo teeth

Finally rich, got you callin' me Keef

Wok in my cup, spillin' on my feet

Don't need an ID, they already know me

Tellin' my girl that my side a homie

Got the traphouse bein' watched by police

Textin' you back while I'm fuckin' yo niece

Off of the henny, got bitches a plenty

Carryin bags, inside is some Fenti

They want me, tell bitches to rent me

Rather hang with Jada respectfully

Damn, you bitches got no plan

I jus be fucking with pan

Bitches be my damn fans

She just be using no hands