Lyrics
Better turn this shit up nigga
Aw you better turn this shit up nigga
Aw you better turn this shit up nigga
Aw you better turn this shit up nigga
I recognize all the games' false prophets
I recognize that y'all see me as a profit
I recognize that y'all see me as a target
I recognize that y'all need me for a profit
The right path always tends to always be the hardest
She can't love me simply because I am an artist
I rapped circles around the world last August
My money eight FT tall like Giannis
I'm popping flawless
Niggas in the office
Sick Earl Sweatshirt nigga that's nauseous
Cheap ass bitch can't come into the fortress
Dick stands 10 ft tall it's enormous
But these brands all endorse it
Dark twisted fantasy lil nigga I'm gorgeous
Three baby mama man ya'll getting some divorces
Rap game killer bitch I turn em into corpses
Rap games savior and they bringing all the torches
Nigga I'm a crazy haired shiny lil stud
Smack him in the face hear his body gon thud
Finna do snow angels in a pool of blood
Can't get in the club? Oh damn thas tough
Go
Can you tell me when to go?
Yeah can you tell me when to go?
Can you tell me when to go?
Getting ready for the show can you tell me when to go?
Can you tell me when to go?
Yeah can you tell me when to go?
Can you tell me when to go?
Getting ready for the show can you tell me when to go?
You know the power of a dollar got these niggas going batshit
Niggas tweaking off a pill or they calling bitches ratchet
Imma player baby all them feelings I ain't catching
Like a left swipe ain't no way we ever matching
I wouldn't even post a hunnid mill on my close friends
Spearhead these bitches keep on dancing till the world ends
Fake friends gon ride trends forget about that time spent
I can't even tell my niggas where this fuckin time went