WAY MORE
You know, I was on the phone with big bro
he was like, he ain't seen nothin'
I'm like: If you seen somethin', he think it's some trouble
He's like: Niggas pip squeaks, small fries
I don't see nothin' about them guys
I'm doin' twenty-five, real talk
My daddy say when you a big fish
you can't take the bait (can't take it)
Closed my eyes, bow my head, I wasn't scared
I was sayin' grace (I was sayin')
I still sit chicken top a nigga biscuit
like a paper plate (still see that munyun)
For cheap like a rotisserie, yeah
he make 'em spin in place
(spinnin' 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round)
I'm doin' great in the two seat with a new freak
gettin' face (say, I'm doin' aight)
I'm uppin' rank, kept a clean face
don't mean I ain't make mistakes (said I'm doin' aight)
But I ain't rat, I ain't turn my back or no ho shit like
that (I ain't rat, say that to my face)
You in that room recallin' facts
in school couldn't spell dog or cat (that's crazy)
I'm a regular snake, them mice and men
the right price
he'll knife his friend (all that for some money)
They know I wasn't nicer then
just be cool with the new me (be cool with me)
Hop out where your crew be, twerkin' that
223 (grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Your hand reach for your legs, make you back that ass up
Juvie, uh (grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
I know how to bring a bitch up out a nigga (a nigga)
It don't make no sense how you go against
toughest things 'bout you, nigga (nigga)
How you so sick of the opps, you lie
say the guy shot you, nigga (nigga)
'Stead of admittin' you wrong, you'll keep it goin'
gon' start up your own militia (stupid-ass nigga)
Uh, but I don't know what you heard about me
though (I don't know what you heard)
I plant my ten toes and take my charge
go get my free throw (go)
Got six-figure shooters, they don't miss a shot
not even a B-roll (not even a B-roll)
Got thick red hoes, I fuck from the back after
they deep throat (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Nigga, I'm a real made man (I'm a I'm a made man)
My young nigga ain't even eighteen
crush your big dog for eight grand (crush your big dog)
Me and Leaf fall out, get mad (uh)
we gon' get back 'cause I love
Miss Pam (way more than y'all)
And for every one of us the opps done took
we got back like six sins
We got way more skrilla than them (way more, more)
we got way more killers than them (way more, yeah)
We got way more niggas been to the
penitentiary (way more)
ain't do no tellin' or nothin' (way more, yeah)
We kept it way more realer than them
(way more, yeah)
we was way more ignorant than them (way more, yeah)
Bitch way more thicker than them (way more)
that paper stack way more bigger
than them (way more, yeah)
On IG scrollin' off Addies
if it's police shit, don't tag me
Or a bitch trippin', sayin' she had me
she got child trauma, she need her daddy
For advice
she'll take his lead (advice, she'll take his lead)
only plan I have for her plan B (plan I have for her plan B)
See the fruit comin' out of my tree (uh, uh)
why wouldn't she want Gee plant his seed?
(Why wouldn't she want me? Uh, uh)
FaceTime from the feds, free E (uh, free E, oh)
nigga, still ain't at our speed (at our speed)
Show them water, can't make a nigga drink
real crooks sold books to some
niggas couldn't read (yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em: Sit back, lil bro, think
niggas look up to us like the sky
Beef with us like shootin' at God (yeah)
niggas just talk 'cause it's free online (way more, yeah)
We got way more skrilla than them (way more, yeah)
we got way more killers than them (way more, yeah)
We got way more niggas been to the
penitentiary (we got way more)
ain't do no tellin' or nothin' (way more, yeah)
We kept it way more realer than them
we was way more ignorant than them (way more, yeah)
Bitch way more thicker than them
that paper stack way more bigger than them (way more, yeah)
Why you worried about them? That's what he told me
The realest shit, you know, been tellin' me real shit
Ten years ahead of you niggas, y'all still in 2016
We way in' 2036, y'all crazy, you feel me?
Just don't die that way, just stay out my way, you feel me?
You don't want no trouble, you just want bubble
Just find a different way 'cause the shit
ain't gon' get you on, it's gon' get you hurt
Compositores: William Perkins, Lrando, Est Gee, John Gotitt, Kam Johnson, Chris Mccullough, K6wya