Letras
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh
Land last week
Scrolling through the feed, y'all niggas kept me last week
Niggas dancing with the devil, y'all was sinning last week
I used to suffocate 'cause y'all pollute the air last week
Got rich off selling raps, on my no CC
Haters beg for mercy please, like it's 03 CC
The hoes that I see around when I hit the ground
Bitches down for the thrill so I beat it down
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
So we beat it down, what, what, what
I was talking to the money man last week
Came through in a Benz all black last week
Paralysed but the money still get up for me
They're not religious but they still gon' thank God for me, uh
Uh, say, one time
I was talking to the money man last week
Came through in a Benz all black last week
Paralysed but the money still get up for me
They're not religious but they still gon' thank God for me, uh
I wasn't, I'm just contemplating robbing niggas for some formula
My baby need her vitamins
All on my phone, is my baby mama grievances
I'm just tryna meditate, fucking up my memory
But for God's sake, fuck your mind games, fuck your trust, ayy
Diamonds still dance like what the fox say
I'ma hit it from the back while I grab the crochet
Came back, saved the game like I'm Bobby Boucher, ayy
Ayy, one time, one time, uh, uh
This is facts, nigga, check your sauce
This is the newest freestyle you niggas can't afford
Strange bitches rather long, fuck a tug of war
After that cut them off like I work a wall
And if she came from the street
Only right I send her ass back to it
And face it, mind your business, mine is still booming
It's a dog eat dog world bitch, I'm still shooting
Your man no karate and bitch we still shooting
Ain't no guess about it
I'm all around giving niggas atmosfear
See you rappers better run 'cause the loneliest here
New ink, new era, the rapper Paul Bera