Yeah, nigga, uh
Grrt-baow
Ayy, kill that shit the most, nigga, okay
(Gentle Beatz)
Yeah, uh, alright
Uh, I'm a real-lifer, bitch, I'm lit outside these instrumentals
Baby, come fuck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers (come here, baby)
If you spin with us, we bring it to your door like Rent-A-Center (skrrt-skrrt)
Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Old nigga, you just talk about your past (green-ass nigga)
Kenny Smith, comin' off the vert, my trap jumpin', nigga
Dennis Smith, I was worried 'bout a bitch, that was busy gettin' flipped (what the fuck?)
My YG's do hits for free, but I still just wanna tip
Straight blues, in my pocket, like a Crip, I need a wheelchair (facts)
I've been in the trap so damn much, they think I live there
If you fuckin' up, and you in that bitch house, pay the bills there
Even if she got a nigga, she got ass, I'ma still stare
P nigga, yeah, I got real figures, yeah
He moved out of town to dodge beef, we'll still get him
He huggin' all on that bitch while they in the club, he real tender (he real tender)
Send Popshit to do it, he get it done, he a real bender
Yeah, sack chasin', sun up 'til sun down, this shit in my genes
Hit her from the front, and turn her 'round, make that lil' bitch scream
Can't believe the shit I'm doin' now, this shit was in my dreams
You can't find a nigga that can show a dub, nigga, that's on my team
Every time they think this shit a joke, we get the last laugh
Last month we had smoke and put that shit out that fast
Hunnid bows, split it up in twenties, five trash bags
Poor petty penny-pinchin' ass, spent ya last cash
Real hustler, when this shit get low, I don't panic (never)
I just need another twenty-four, I'm a rubber bandit
Swervo, I walk in the door, bitches get frantic
I can change your life, let me lay pipe, I'm a mechanic
I'ma fuck twice, pull up late at night and I vanish
Bitch freaky like Janet, might go live like I'm Shannon
Runnin' lights in McLarens, two seconds, I'm textin', "Here"
Blind in intersections, 'cause my left wrist is chandelier, ayy
Uh, I'm a real-lifer, bitch, I'm lit outside these instrumentals
Baby, come fuck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers (come on)
If you spin with us, we bring it to your door like Rent-A-Center (come here)
Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Old nigga, you just talk about your past
Kenny Smith, comin' off the vert, my trap jumpin', nigga
Dennis Smith, I was worried 'bout a bitch, that was busy gettin' flipped (what the fuck?)
My YG's do hits for free, but I still just wanna tip
Two chopsticks, make the tables turn
That's a 'Saki bomb, polly pocket pistol in my pocket, that's a poly bomb
Ball bearings in your gun, spit fire, fuck a auto bomb
They let me hold the .9 as a jit, I was a cocky gone
I done kicked the door, now I'm signing right before closure
It ain't out of luck, but now my pockets filled with four-leaf clovers
Fake Blood posin', need a donor
That boy an underground rat, and I don't fuck with gophers
I blew up my dog Triplin, he got PMS (PMS)
I got a twinkle in my eye, might be VVS
And I got people on my side, they might be ZMF
I might let this fuckin' K pop, so please no BTS
Them boys ass, jewels glass, cracker shootin' in the grass
They threw a penny at me, threw a Hornady back at his ass
Brodie told me grab the gat, and hit the road, and head to Jackson
Now I'm in Dubai like I'm Dumar, and I came back with a stack
Yeah, my favorite thing to chase is cheddar cheese (on God, yeah)
Bitch tired of fuckin' with them lames, come fuck with Mr. Skii (Skii, yeah)
Pink fifties, blue Benjamins, I keep them in my jeans (cha-ching, yeah)
Bad bitch don't even go to church, she in here on her knees (ugh)
Shit I'm smokin' on exotic, you ain't as high as me (on God, yeah)
I done turned into a star, wasn't even trying to be (what the fuck?)
Bring my niggas to the table, 'cause it's time to eat (we eatin' good, nigga)
Bust it open every time, that's my kind of freak (ugh)
It ain't 'bout no fuckin' pape', you shouldn't have shit to say (shh)
I feel like Dumar, 'cause I keep this shit 1K (no cap, yeah)
On the road to riches, all my niggas on the paper chase (on God, yeah)
I'm a real-lifer, bae, these other niggas fake (facts, nigga)
Uh, I'm a real-lifer, bitch, I'm lit outside these instrumentals
Baby, come fuck with a boss, you so used to penny pinchers (come here, baby)
If you spin with us, we bring it to your door like Rent-A-Center (skrrt-skrrt)
Mickey D's, I got power plays for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Old nigga, you just talk about your past (green-ass nigga)
Kenny Smith, comin' off the vert, my trap jumpin', nigga
Dennis Smith, I was worried 'bout a bitch, that was busy gettin' flipped (what the fuck?)
My YG's do hits for free, but I still just wanna tip (grrt-baow)