Fant

Yuh

Look

Yeah I took your bitch, and your cash, we gon run it up

How I got this far, with no help, shit it wasn't luck

How'd I graduate fucking school? I'm still dumb as fuck

How'd you graduate fucking school? You still dumb as fuck

Shoota keep that glock, on the side, he gon tuck it up

Shawty on my dick, she a fiend, she gon suck it up

How'd you made a band off that shit? Man that's dummy luck

You say you don't like, how I talk, better shut it up

Huh yuh, bitch I'm one of one

I just want the money, you can't get it, is you fucking dumb?

I just want the guap, want the cash, with the what what, dancing

I just wanna whip, and a bag, wanna mansion

Heard you going broke, need a refund

Why you tryna spend all that cash? Better keep some

Ooh you looking mad, why so quiet? Better speak some

Smack you in the face with a check, cause' you need some

Damn

Cause you need some

Cause you need some

Lil bitch

Look

Shawty on my dick, yah

She gon feel this shit, yah

Hunnid on my wrist, yah

I just broke that shit, yah

Hit another lick, yah

You can check my fit, yah

I just got the drip, yah

Flexing on that bitch yah

With my fucking team though

Shawty fucking fiends though

Hold up what you mean bro?

Thought you kept it clean though

After what I seen, no

Almost killed my dreams, oh

Got my Draymond Green flow

But I ball like Bean though

Ballin like I'm Kobe, I ain't show emotion

Sliding on this beat, just like it just be lotion

Hold up I got hella drip, looking like an ocean

Yeah you might be moving, but you ain't got no motion

You ain't got no motion bitch

Mosh pit better open bitch

I just wanna start some shit

Crashing all these cars and shit

I'm on some ret*rded shit

I'm just spitting bars and shit

You be on some sorry shit