Letras
Hey, look, Fetty with the H, that shit hit different
I was in the kitchen, I was wrist-twistin' Brick look like my wrist, how they both glisten
Pulled up on your baby mama, now she dick-lickin' Play with my name, now your kid's missin
There's rules to this shit, better pay attention I know about a lot of shit, but I won't mention
My name been solid for a while now Just a few fake niggas tryna talk down
But I just find it funny, they some class clowns Still live with they mama, hella stressed
Out Still live with they mama, hella stressed
Out Wanna play games, you get stretched out
Ran out of drink, it was a fuckin' drought Punk ass nigga, you so fuckin' clown
I'm the king of this shit, where's my fuckin' crown
Talkin' to my name, we get put down Got your baby mama here in that nightgown
Watch what you say, I don't sell drugs, man, I go to church these days
Eeeh, well, I'ma hit my phone for that shit, man
It's hot, ayy, yeah
We comin' like this all summer
We Knicks, put a foot on they neck