Lyrics
(You tellin' me you built a time machine?)
Bitch, I know I'm gifted, Maybach on 6s
Fell back on Twitter, that shit ain't me
Coco Chanel for my lil' girl
That shit ain't cheap, thirty-five a fuckin' tee
Ho think she can hang now
Find out she was fuckin' Reece
Bitch, you with the gang, now, when you see us pull them things out
Watch for the hood, 'cause I'm famous
Nigga, big 4s, I'm bangin'
Once I fuck once, don't claim her
Play crazy, bitch, and get painted
My son damn near got a million, BM steady gettin' in her feelings
Call yo' daddy son if you need him
Fuck 'em by the twos, hoes gettin' greedy
Bae, I need you to stuff
Bae, I need you to fuck
Bae, I need you to go to Enterprise and get a truck
She like, "Okay, okay, okay"
Only ride bikes when I'm with baby
Ho nigga tried to jump on my case
He talkin' 'bout what he done heard
Oh, he a burger, bitch, get murdered
Free my uncle, then free Dirty, Merey 30, Apple too
I pour drank in apple juice
Cop the truck right after coupe
Ayy, he was talkin', I had to shoot, fuck 'em
Back to gettin' money
Bae, I need you to hop on a flight
Bae, I need you to fuck the prosecutor tonight
All my niggas indicted in Milan, if not Rikers
On the East, we ride Lambs, and bend at midnight strikers
Ric a two-time lifer
Bae, he might need you to write him
I ain't trippin', that's cool
The type of shit you should do
Bae, I got me a young bitch, I might need you to move
Bae, I got me a stuffer, I might need you to drive
You say you rockin' for life, well bitch, go set up a five
Bitch, go sleep with a opp
Reap, hand me the chop
Reece, Neff, Rob, and Mox
Reece, Neff, Rob, and Mox
Who you been holdin' shit down for?
Reece, Neff, Rob, and Mox
Bae, I need you to stuff
Bae, I need you to fuck