Yeah, nigga (shit), uh
Yeah, nigga, yeah, ayy (you ain't got the answers, Sway)
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (woah)
Your lil' bitch a freak, yeah
She gon' fuck for free, yeah
Know what's up with me, yeah
I get to that cheese, yeah
I get to that green, yeah
Like my bitches mean, yeah (beep)
Rock out with my team, that bankroll can't fit in my jeans
Yeah (woah)
This shit what I dreamed, I'm ballin'
I feel like Kareem, yeah
I snap, I do my thing, this make you hit the shoulder lean, yeah (ayy)
Runnin' straight to the blues, took my chain
Go straight to the news (yeah, what?)
Nigga headed straight to the moon, I pull up in that Wraith
That bitch go, "Vroom" (that's for sure)
Sweepin' shit up like a broom, just wait, young nigga
We gon' see the top soon (talk to 'em)
Young nigga finna go and shake the room, young nigga finna blow
Finna watch this bitch boom (what else?)
Young nigga headed straight to the top and your lil' bitch a thot
Got the ho givin' top (uh, uh, facts)
Know a nigga chasin' straight after guap, when I run that shit up
I'ma go drop the rock (run it up)
Nigga pull up in a coupe real fast and I'm doin' the dash
Might go drop the top (skrrt, nigga)
Nigga breakin' that code, they be cuffin' these hoes
Niggas out here actin' like cops (what the fuck?)
I'm tryna be the richest
We runnin' up them digits (digits)
Run a nigga out his britches
Phew, that's them switches (grrah)
Speakin' on them riches
Millie my wrist, bitch, it's a Nixon (huh?)
Switch on the back of the Glock and it's glitchin'
Treat it like Madden, this chopper a hit stick
All of my old bitches, new bitch, they missed this (huh?)
Popped off a top like that shit was a Mistic (yeah)
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, he different, The Sixth Sense
Corona an opp, make that boy keep his distance
Always on Shade Room, got tea like a Lipton
They thought I was Eazy-E, no, bitch, I'm pimpin' (woah)
Don't got leg problems, lil' bitch, but I'm limpin'
This is my bottom bitch, no, I ain't simpin' (what else?)
Ever pop pill and drink lean 'til you dizzy? (Yes)
Lemonade Wock' overflow in the Simply (huh?)
I'm all the way fresh, I make sure they not dingy
I want my half-cent, she not worth a penny
Fuck is a hook if a nigga keep goin'?
If you ask me, every bitch there be goin' (yes)
She wanna fuck me and yes, I do know it
Step in the sun with this ice, it start snowin'
I'm from 1600, that is the low end
Popped a lil' pill, it hit like melatonin
Gun on my waist and I ain't gon' show 'em
30 my clip and it don't even stop goin'
Smokin' my opp, it turn me to The Omen
If you don't know who she fuckin', that bitch fuckin' old men
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, I swear I keep goin'
Wait, you don't want me just to keep goin'?
I'm in your house and your bitch gettin' nasty
I'm in your house like my name Kyle Massey
Bitch, I be saucin' and swaggin', I'm jazzy
Bullets'll shave off your head like you Cassie
Bitch, I'm a goat, my Margiellas, they tabby
College bitch give me head out Tallahassee
I got a plug that live Cincinnati
He ain't even from there, that boy from Atlanta
Smokin' on vapes like I can't even get cancer
Country lil' bitch, yeah, that ho, she a 'Bama
Don't wanna fuck on that bitch, gettin' cancer
Had your main bitch, but to me, she a random (yeah)
Might to Dubai to do donuts in sandals
Got shooters in Mexico, he live in Cancún
If I can't find an opp, best believe that his man doomed
I let the junkie test work as a sample (woah, woah)
Huh?
Yeah-yeah, yeah, lil' nigga
Phew, phew, phew
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