[Intro]
Uh, yeah (Baby, lil' baby, lil' baby, lil' baby)
Man, don't blow my high, nigga (I'm making that shit, yeah)
I'm fuckin' with you (Making this shit for real)
Nigga pushing this shit 'round
Real nigga radio (Gotti)
[Chorus]
Fuck out my face
I'm geeked on a pill
Get the fuck out my face
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck?)
Ain't talking 'bout shooting with niggas, they rats today (Nah)
My money be U.S (Yeah)
My dime wan' be wifey
My drip, it came from Japan
I'm feeling closed in (Let's go)
I pull out that fully chop, hit up you and your man (Top chef)
[Post-Chorus]
Bankroll on me, let's go splurge (Splurge)
Keep that shit street like the curb (Curb)
Twin got some Wocky
I pour that shit up, now I'm slowing my words (Syrup)
Get 'round these white folks speaking nothin' but some business like I'm suburban (Suburban)
I don't fuck on none of these lil' bitty bitches, give 'em jobs, they working (Yessir)
[Verse 1]
Hella these bitches, they goin' (Yessirski)
The fuck is you lil' niggas doing? (Yessirski)
Cut 'em right off like a morgue (Cut 'em off)
Bae, I'm not cheating, I'm touring (On God)
Wild life, smoking forests
Chopper sing like a chorus (Woo)
I got locked up in a Porsche (Yeah)
Lawyer beat it, I'm important (No bizzy)
High life, ki' came with a bitch (Shee')
Real blessing, I'll give you a wish (Blessing)
They watching me, tune in on Twitch (Woah)
Big P, sipping Cris (Big P)
Sideways with a stick (Side)
I'm shooting everything in this bitch (I'm tellin' you)
Oh my God, heaven the risk (Lil Gotit)
[Chorus]
Fuck out my face
I'm geeked on a pill
Get the fuck out my face
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck?)
Ain't talking 'bout shooting with niggas, they rats today (Nah)
My money be U.S (Yeah)
My dime wan' be wifey
My drip, it came from Japan
I'm feeling closed in (Let's go)
I pull out that fully chop, hit up you and your man (Top chef)
[Post-Chorus]
Bankroll on me, let's go splurge (Splurge)
Keep that shit street like the curb (Curb)
Twin got some Wocky
I pour that shit up, now I'm slowing my words (Syrup)
Get 'round these white folks speaking nothin' but some business like I'm suburban (Suburban)
I don't fuck on none of these lil' bitty bitches, give 'em jobs, they working (Baby)
[Verse 2]
I give 'em jobs
They say that we move like the mob (Yessirski)
Trap banging, she give me some jaws (Jaws)
I'm rich, piss over the stall (Stall)
Your main ho got me on a call (Call)
Real freak, she goin' petite
She suck on my feet and balls and all (That's crazy)
I hit that lil' malls and ball (Ball)
I know that they dig what I'm sayin' (Sayin')
They know I'm the man with the plan (The man with the)
I shoot all my chops with a stance (Doo-doo-doo)
I steady got racks in my pants (Got racks in my pants)
I talk to my dogs in the can (Yeah)
They stand in the paint like a man (They straight)
I can pay for that pussy and her ass (No bap)
She caught Lil Gotit again (Tellin' you)
[Chorus]
Fuck out my face
I'm geeked on a pill
Get the fuck out my face
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck?)
Ain't talking 'bout shooting with niggas, they rats today (Nah)
My money be U.S (Yeah)
My dime wan' be wifey
My drip, it came from Japan
I'm feeling closed in (Let's go)
I pull out that fully chop, hit up you and your man (Top chef)
[Post-Chorus]
Bankroll on me, let's go splurge (Splurge)
Keep that shit street like the curb (Curb)
Twin got some Wocky
I pour that shit up, now I'm slowing my words (Syrup)
Get 'round these white folks speaking nothin' but some business like I'm suburban (Suburban)
I don't fuck on none of these lil' bitty bitches, give 'em jobs, they working (Gotti)
[Outro]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Yessirski, woah
Yessirski, woah, woah
