Fuck nigga said he got a problem Hold up, tell him keep your head up I'm a young nigga, got my bread up I'm fucking his bitch with my leg up We pull up in excursions 2020 nigga in a suburban I'm shooting that nigga, I'm swerving I'm fucking his bitch but she slurping We shoot his lil' brother in a hoopty In a while we shooting a movie I'm fucking on all these groupies These niggas be acting like goofies I dance on a bitch like Fivi' Gave her perc, she call me papi Tattoos all on my body Let her come ride on my johnny These bitches they say I'm cocky Look at 'em like "Who gon' stop me? " Been balling on niggas like Kyrie Big boss shit like John Gotti In the game and you know I gotta win it Been balling nigga, give me a minute You wanna side lines and you look like you losing You talkin' all that shit, nigga why you accusing? You actin' like a bitch, stop doing that hoe shit Instagram, posting pictures of your toe shit What the fuck? Niggas on some hoe shit I mean it like, niggas on some hoe shit Me and Stan, we gon' kick the dough shit Back to back, kick up in your flow shit I run up in your house and I get the motion I ain't with the back and fourth and all the comotion I was really down bad but now I'm floating Track to track, back to back I go in Lap to lap around the world they notice Fast as fuck like a locomotive I walk in the trap like, "Hey" Look at that bitch like, "You ain't my bae" You ain't paying my room, my shit ain't paid Bitch wanna fuck and just get laid Nigga like me, I'm steady getting paid (Huh) Working that bitch like a maid (Huh) Working that bitch like a slave (Huh) Working 'til I'm in my fuckin' grave grave
Another verse, I can do it for fun Lyrical like a nigga big pun Lyrical Lemonade with the runts Lyrical Lemonade, how I stunt Niggas hatin', I feel like Cole Bennett Hop out the Tesla with a midget Came up in this bitch with a smidget Nigga talkin', I'ma make them cricket I can't settle for no minimal wage Nigga like me counting the blues Nigga like me stay with the crew Nigga like me jump out the stu' Young nigga I was counting the dollars Young nigga make ya big momma holla Young nigga I been countin' with partners Young nigga I'ma spend it with partners Young nigga I'ma stay with all the troops Young nigga they gon' hop out and shoot Dark tints, they gon' slide through the roof Dark tints, they gon' show you what it do If you tell the cops, nigga you're lame Nigga think he flexin' with that lil' chain Nigga think he up, like he the thang This nigga told me to take off his brain Go to the bank, pull out a fifty Bad bitch sent me pics of her titties I'm a clean nigga, don't give me hickeys Kick her out after she suck my dickey Blow your back out, bitch I got plenty Sippin' lean, it go straight to my kidney Big guns, we gon' shoot up with semis Smoking runts, this shit That shit gas
Compositores: Tyron Buddah Sr Douglas (Buddah Bless), Kimetrius Foose ECAD: Obra #30295514