Текст песни
Round one
Round one
Round drum with this motherfucker
Bills filled in jansports
What the fuck we playing for?
I can call your landlord
Get him fired, he a fan, boy
Counting all these bands, boy
Put yo shawty in a trance, boy
I been on the fence, boy
Should I get that Benz, boy
Choppa, sticks, Nintendo's
Shawty message never sent doe
I can tell you ain't a kin to me
Counting up bumble bees
Diamonds so bright, that they sting
(Huh, yeah)
Back to selling dope feins
Wanna crash out, bitch I put em on a stream
Niggas wanna be on the same team
Independent how I step, fuck yall, that's what I mean
Counting up early, bitch I was counting up the green
Medusa in my head, that's sum I don't need
Can't see me
(Hold on, yeah)
Can't see me, even if I pasted through
What makes you think, bitch, I can't get past you?
Baboon on the sheets, bitch, finna go to laguna beach
Snakes in the sea, bitch, more than a leech
Brotha told me, I was missing sum in the music
Songs hitting harder than ever, don't confuse it
Feeling like Baby, 2018, top of the world, recruiting
What I say hit so hard, bitch they wanna sue me
Documents from the government filled up, loose-leaf
Migos playing in the back, never been to Atlanta
Hoes still love me, like I am Santa
Cutting off homies, they be having temper tantrums (Yeah)
Used to call me ugly, now they play my anthems
I'm too slick with it, I cannot get cancelled
Got four bricks with it, ice brighter than a lantern
She cry too much, must be a cancer
Stop swiping on my story, I know you a dancer
In the back, purple with the red fanta
I was cooking on the pot, slower than a grandpa