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My demand today is to put on a newspaper
That y'all gonna give us money tomorrow
or by the ending of this week
We need fifty k
Ah
Yeah-yeah
Woah
Far as rap go, what we actually debating? (Huh?)
Almost a decade in, I'm a lotta peoples' favorite
And dudes wanna yap when they raps be so basic (woah)
I'm stacking, laughing at 'em in a Max B cadence
Even a couple cats who nice got a issue with Crime
Keep my name in they mouth or put that shit in a rhyme (nope)
It's like they oughta have a dick, but that's what a vagina is
will DM a slide I hit
to see what kinda vibe I give, shit is super sus
I'm just chalkin' it up to they knew what's up
Don't know what to do with son, I'm on an unruly run
Best believe, I recall when they wouldn't ever check for me
1-16, my phone blew up like I'm Lebanese (boom)
Expertise under pressure, don't deceive, I'm just clever
Drastic measures, I got some Ps I could measure (doma)
Currently, it's whatever, spent cheese on the leather (doma)
Ended up on jet skis in Belize with Vanessa (ay-yi-yi)
More fish, more fruit, more pussy juice and cash
Plus the ceiling on the whip all glass (ceiling on the whip all glass)
Ceiling in the crib too high to change the lightbulbs
I keep a bad bitch with me, not that white stuff
More butter on the way, Houston, Philly, New York, LA
More butter on the way, Chi-town, Detroit, Colorado, San Jose
More butter on the way, Jersey, Boston, Raleigh, Tampa Bay
You might see me where you stay, and you know I hit a play on ya town for the day, hey
How you doin'?
Little vibes, brought two, and blueberries on the Cuban (bing bing bing bing)
My library of music undisputed
A rapper end up with a tooth missin', wearing boots at the soup kitchen (woah)
I flew in lit, shawty with me, got her tubes twisted (woah)
Coochie feel like it's glue in it, I never could last two minutes (nah, I never could)
You outta sight, outta mind, I got new visions, Benz white with the pine for maneuvrin' it
Chrome shoes, old news, Humphrey Bogart
Faux blues, count money like an old fart (brrt)
You got a lotta mouth and no heart
I authorize a transfer on a boat (yup), location remote (yup)
Nowhere you could go on a globe where I can't hit ya ass from afar like a postcard
Post stories with ya bottom bitch
Buy sides for ya side bitch, coleslaw and fry shit (side bitch, coleslaw and fry shit)
If you relying on violence, don't
Give you more smoke than July 5th, silence
The VVs all vibrant (woo), July 4th
Stockpile like July 3rd and buy more (buy more)
Shit reverberating, fuck up a good nights sleep, I just fucked up a good white tee (damn)
You got it twisted like I'm what you could might be (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Please, sheesh
More butter on the way, Houston, Philly, New York, LA
More butter on the way, Chi-town, Detroit, Colorado, San Jose
More butter on the way, Jersey, Boston, Raleigh, Tampa Bay
You might see me where you stay, and you know I hit a play on ya town for the day, hey