Lyrics
Mm, BD
Frrt, uh, frrt (I think this is some X Files shit)
Nigga, uh (Diegx)
Uh, I'm off a fuckin' eighth right now
Off a fuckin' eighth right now, I'm off-
Man, is it me or am I trippin'? What the fuck dude yappin' 'bout? (The fuck?)
Too rich to go back and forth with you, you can't even rent out a house (so-called opps)
Me and my bitch childish as fuck, we twenty-four, we still play house (my BM)
My Uncle Fruity and Uncle Fatty 'nem'll cut me off, I do a song with a mouse (my uncles)
I can tell he ran out of pape', he constantly postin' throwback Thursdays (he need help)
It's a meeting, get here, stop whatever you doin', this shit here urgent (on Trill)
I ain't horny, give a fuck 'bout your pussy, bad bitches, BD curvin' 'em (I'm cool)
Snake-ass nigga talkin' 'bout his partner
Heard the whole conversation, he ain't know I merged him
Walked up on the street, smelled Baccarat, smelled Old Spice, I knew an opp near (Eastside)
Why the fuck you got diamonds in your mouth, you don't brush your teeth?
Smelled your breath, almost dropped a tear (ugh)
My first walkthrough, had 'bout fifty thousand on me, four pockets swole like Big Mir (can't wait)
Fatt Fox signed first, played the background, waited my turn, smilin' ear to ear
Can't get what I'm puttin' down, they watchin' my lyrics (frrt)
Went through the party, stuntin' on opps, switchin' gears (frrt)
Caught a relationship with one bitch, I refused her (frrt)
Hoes from Germany keep tellin' me, "Say, music" (frrt)
Nigga walk through my section with a fake-ass Patek, these niggas pathetic (get him out)
Security got three seconds, turn him around, I ain't even tryna be messy (hurry up)
No Diddy, but if I invite you to the pool party, you gotta be naked
We don't condone in baby oil, only liquor, condoms, pills
Relay this message (fuck they thought?)
Mama-boy-ass nigga, ain't got a hustle bone in him, name him Bobby Boucher (mama's boy)
Grown-ass nigga too spoiled, he get to throwin' fits if he don't get his way (lil' bitch)
He ain't got no gangster in the blood, all his uncles some bitches, crybaby to this day
I'm fresh as fuck every time you see me
Don't get it confused, you catch four to the face (head to toe)
My generation don't stand on shit, I stand on morals and principles like back in the day (like huh?)
I wanna expose some of these rappers, they all be cappin', I'm feelin' like Ye
Man, is it me or am I trippin'? What the fuck dude yappin' 'bout? (The fuck?)
Too rich to go back and forth with you, you can't even rent out a house (so-called opps)
Me and my bitch childish as fuck, we twenty-four, we still play house (my BM)
My Uncle Fruity and Uncle Fatty 'nem'll cut me off, I do a song with a mouse (my uncles)
I can tell he ran out of pape', he constantly postin' throwback Thursdays (he need help)
It's a meeting, get here, stop whatever you doin', this shit here urgent (on Trill)
I ain't horny, give a fuck 'bout your pussy, bad bitches, BD curvin' 'em (I'm cool)
Snake-ass nigga talkin' 'bout his partner
Heard the whole conversation, he ain't know I merged him