The Market

Fuckin' up the market

Fuckin' up the market

I'm just fuckin' up the market

Not too many bitches I did not hit, yeah

I keep fuckin' up the market

Not too many bitches I did not hit

I don't even think that she love me or hate me

I just think she lookin' at my pockets

If I'm broke, she gon' leave me regardless

If I'm up, she gon' stay, that's a promise

I'm tryna keep it honest (Heathstone)

I'm really goin' all in

I really took a bitch up out the projects

Tryna see what it's like, it's a project

I might even feel like I love you for now

But later on I'll know that it was nonsense

And why can't you just see me

For who I really am?

The killer or your friend

More times I'm just runnin' up checks

More times I'm just-

I'm just fuckin' up the market

Not too many bitches I did not hit

Yeah, I think it's kinda toxic

And she keep tryna tell me that I hit her friend

I thought that it was obvious

And lately I've been poppin' all these Percocets

They tryna tell me, "Stop it"

I'm just fuckin' up the market

I'm fuckin' up the market

Not too many bitches I did not hit

Yeah, I think I need to stop it

I'm out of town fuckin' up the market

And I know I'm fuckin' up your profit

When I see the cops, get nauseous

Everywhere I go, I'm tryna fuck up the market

I'm just fuckin' up the market

Bounce out the car, ain't missin' targets

Whole lotta smoke in the air right now (grrt)

Just give me the word, then we bark it

This real life, can't restart it (on God)

Slip in his whip then we park it (on God)

Girl always talkin' 'bout fuckin' for free

Bitch, is you dumb or retarded?

Bitch, is you dumb or you stupid? (On God)

Heard he got hit with a switch at close range

Now he layin' on the ground there clueless

You niggas dyin' for box, what you doin'?

My niggas love all the Glock's and the shootings

You got a gun but you never gon' use it

Feds kick the door, but I only make music, yeah (on God)

Baby, ain't it obvious

Geekin' off these pills, got me nauseous (on God)

Back then I was fuckin' up the rap, trap

Now niggas fuckin' up the market

Tryna fuck all her friends to be honest

G34 dunk a nigga like Giannis (grrt)

To be honest (grrt)

Finna talk my shit, finna pop my shit right now

I'm done bein' modest

I'm just fuckin' up the market (oh)

Not too many bitches I did not hit (on God)

Yeah, I think it's kinda toxic

And she keep tryna tell me that I hit her friend

I thought that it was obvious (yeah)

And lately I've been poppin' all these Percocets

They tryna tell me, "Stop it" (yeah)

I'm just fuckin' up the market

I'm fuckin' up the market

Not too many bitches I did not hit

Yeah, I think I need to stop it

I'm out of town fuckin' up the market

And I know I'm fuckin' up your profit

When I see the cops, get nauseous

Everywhere I go, I'm tryna fuck up the market