Lyrics
(Two guns up, I'm a real deal shotta)
(Money got my mama thinking I'm bad like Shabba)
(Two guns up, I'm a real deal shotta)
(Two guns up, I'm a real deal shotta)
(Money got my mama thinking I'm bad like Shabba)
(Ayo, marv, you hear this?)
Mama, I thank you for carrying me them nine months
Just stay down 'til you get right, I almost gave up
Don't let 'em tell you blow that money and you saved up
She in her feelings, I wanna work, she won't be laid off
I'm up chasing all night, come to sleep about a dream
This shit don't mean anything, I gave away all of my McQueens
Where the weed at? I can't lie by mirror, I'm a fiend
You don't mean that, said love, but that ain't what I'm seeing
I'm feeling down today, but I'll be straight tomorrow
Tall and fine like Angel Reese, but she a model
I think I seen her rip the runway in Chicago
Bougie shit, she like one picture that ain't my ho
So many sticks, you think we riding with Donald Trump, whoa
So many licks, you might not never get a new phone
She seen my wrist, looked at my mouth, and said, "You so cold"
(You so, you so cold, you so cold)
Shit, I kept working, I ain't never give up
Dawg, I was made for this shit
Posting my hood in a project, foreign whips getting parked up
I was made for this shit
Even when everybody changed, I stayed the same
I ain't complaining, I was made for this shit
Even through all the ups and downs, I still smile
Bitch, I was the one, I was made for this shit
Oh, I just been doing my thing and it's working
We done hopped up down on the yacht, that pussy tight like a virgin
Buy lil' mama a watch, she gon' have to wait for a Birkin
They don't want me to win, gotta let me in, you can't deny it
I can do the shit by myself, that how I feel and plus my pride
Them boys bringin' the belt, so many tears, so many died
And I work like Michael Phelps, learn how to swim before you die
These hoes steady chasing me, I got 'em doing suicide
I was just thinking 'bout five, shawty talking 'bout suicide
I been thinking 'bout all the killing in the city
And how the judge tryna give them boys life
That shit ain't cool, dawg, shoulda went to school, dawg
Shawty ain't even picking up, fighting no more, she moved on
Oh yeah, your opps, they celebrating, they made a new song
You let the opps get the location, you better move, dawg
Hope you get the picture 'cause the chain gang ain't it
Every day another ho say I'm treating her like shit
In the mall, over six thousand just for my kicks
You gon' spin, yeah, Steph Curry, just for my wrist
Don't want no problems
'Bout the beef, we don't take it light, we full throttle
Two guns up, I'm a real deal shotta
Money got my mama thinking I'm bad like Shabba
('Bout the beef, we don't take it light, we full throttle)
(Money got my mama thinking I'm bad like)
(I don't want no problems)
('Bout the beef, mh-mh, we full throttle)
(Mh-mh I'm a real deal shotta)
(Niggas gonna see hot it is, fuck you too)