Letras
Ay, yeah
Okay, I'm back and I'm better, uh
Margiela my sweater, uh
Okay, yeah, yeah, I'm fuckin' with that, okay
Ay, run that shit, run that shit, I'm fuckin' with that
Okay, I'm back and I'm better, uh
Margiela my sweater, uh
Yeah, I got my foot up on the gas and I ain't lettin' up
I'm about that pressure, uh
My talent not regular
And I'on trust these niggas these boys bogus, they'll set you up
I could snatch his necklace and make me about ten or what
She say"T, you tweakin" while she the one bein' extra
Pin her down and fuck she like that shit when it be extra rough
Yeah, and she like that shit when it be- okay
Tweakin' way too hard, like, damn, what's up up in this edible? (What's in this edible?)
I'm about that green, the type of nigga chase his vegetables (I get that green)
Sayin' that you real then squeal, like, damn, that's not respectable (At all)
Red dot like a Hindu I'm lookin' right through the reticle
Ay, fuck yo' pronouns, bitch, I'm really him (That nigga)
I'm different, I'on wanna be like them (At all)
Don't call me bro, lil' ho, you not my twin (You not, bitch)
Ay, I'm the one put a lil' zero, now I'm up on 10 (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm feelin' different my ass done evolved (Evolved, nigga)
Don't take no credit, did it on my own (My own, bitch)
Remember"do Nun" like, damn it, I done really grown (I done grown, bitch)
I took a break but damn it, now I'm back up in my zone
Okay, I'm back and I'm better, uh
Margiela my sweater, uh
Yeah, I got my foot up on the gas and I ain't lettin' up (Hell nah)
I'm about that pressure, uh
My talent not regular
And I'on trust these niggas these boys bogus, they'll set you up
I could snatch his necklace and make me about ten or what
She say"T, you tweakin" while she the one bein' extra
Pin her down and fuck she like that shit when it be extra rough
Yeah, and she like that shit when it be- okay