Текст песни
Hokahey!
It's a good day to die
I said "fuck you", like CeeLo
Miss me like your free throws
Ask me where I see you in two decades
Hopefully you're long dead with your flesh ate
Crew gon' have her drunken off the champagne
My Blood gettin' crazy with your mammy
"My wrist getting sick just like it caught corona, bitch
I grew up hella rich, but I'm still flexing on these kids
I wear hundreds in designer, I ain't never clocked an in
I ain't ever seen a stamp
I ain't ever seen a check
I ain't ever had it hard
But I'm still flexing on your ex", huh
Get off my dick, lil' bro
Want it like Hov, frontin' like you still get hoes
You just been creepin' on these bitches
Orbitin' around mine, acting like a Tom
My nigga, Xavier, was witness
If you try to test me, I could get to "Steady Steppin'"
Did you even hear the lyrics?
You was dancing to your disses
You were probably too caught up tryna mack up on my misses
If you ever get a girl, she'd be everybody's mistress
My niggas'd turn her to a hoe
You could catch them videos
Like them ones of your bro
You want me to send those?
You my son, but I can't be Him if I don't got my John Stockton with me
You make her mad uncomfortable
'Least she could pop your kidney
For that, I'll bend her out the back
Have her singing like we out in Sydney
Keep staring at her rack
That's envy, it's whatever
I'm still the one who gon' be fucking her to this instrumental track