What Ya'll Want (EASTMIX)

Easter Niggas Mami on my body, probably 'cause I look like a bag My foot on the gas, honestly, these niggas is trash I'm still in the lab, spliff lit, pen in my pad I been with my dad, soakin' up game from the past I came in a cab, then I pulled off in a Ghost Imagine it's freezin', niggas screamin', "Take off that coat" Wolf not a G.O.A.T., not the type be checkin' her phone I'm here for the dome, climax, get back to my home I'm back in my zone, .44 Magnum is chrome I'll blast you alone, I don't care 'bout rappin' no songs I'm actually grown, niggas tryna act like my clone Like they made another me, these niggas trapped in they phone I'm stuck on a flight, twenty hours, goin' to Japan Get low with my man, actin' like the bro, you a fan I'm only a man, niggas wanna act like I'm God Get back in the car, back block, I'm back at the bar Niggas went to Delaware to sell they pack out a Dodge Bunch of pieces and a Charger, sold crack out a Dodge Sixth floor where I had it, sold haze out the crib Seen the toughest lose they life 'cause they was actin' too hard See me smilin', but I'm actually scarred Do our dirt in the city, they lock us up and send us actually far Package never in the back of the car Ain't no smokin' on this trip, keep that gas in a jar It's not worth it, bodies scatter when shots surface Funeral homes keep caskets and got hearses like I got verses Accidental murderers act like they died on purpose Maybach, close the curtains, Flo not a virgin It's fuckin' everybody that listen without a condom Never hard to find him, I'm chillin' somewhere in Harlem Probably in the trenches, Kingdome, not at the Garden Fifty bottles of Rosé, all these clothes is designer Hoes see these diamonds and I'm froze when they shinin' I pose like a gangster, set goals and went and got 'em This the type of flow that J. Cole had to acknowledge I'm really from the bottom, supermodels tryna swallow 'em It's Pablo