[Intro]
You with SkyCamp all of a sudden
It’s the dawg
[Chorus]
I woke up like what ima do today?
Eighteen hunnit on Louis skates
I’m putting that shit on like BMF
The neighborhood love me like Bumpy J
They bringing that shit out the back room
When I walk in ‘cause they know I ain’t come to play
I know how you want this shit to go
But you play wrong shit going the another way
This bitch fine as hell with a BBL
She shaking ass bitch all over the place
Hold my AP up ‘cause I’m too turned up
Big bro say “He wanna go Rollie today”
I hang with the takers lil’ bake you
He get to shaking every time he holding the Drake
He got shot in his shit then hе fell to the ground and his dumb ass evеn tried rolling away
[Verse]
I jump out the bed throw A’s on my legs
Bitch askin’ like “Where you going today”
Put one on the one ima scrap every crumb
When I’m done with the pot it’ll be snowing today
Fah, fah, fah, fah that nigga play then he going away
It’s a button on the *grr* so I’m knowin’ I’m safe
Put it on you and ya mama you play with that pay
Bitch you a Honda Accord you ain’t no wraith
Auntie welcome me back like Mase
I know it been a minute since you seen my face
I been cutting and swerving and chasing the cake
When I walk in the spot ima fuck up the function
Mixing Marni, Amiri & Louis like nothing I put that shit on they gon’ tell you I did it
[?] say it’s cheaper everytime you go buy by the dozen
It going off *Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Grrah* stop running
He put his thumb down he ain’t never drop nun
I’ll leave you alone if you show me five hunnit
I rap good as shit but it’s just my side hustle
Bitch got a body she think she burn easy
Hoe ass niggas really move like Pechanga
My mom fucked up I don’t trust the members
Johnny Cage shades on when I’m in the function
When shit look funny I reach for my waistline
I don’t know about you but I ain’t going out bad
Bitch out of stylist won’t stay out my face
Get in, get out, get back with the safe
Ho ass niggas got Gee Money ways
Everybody bishop until they get to the roof
Fuck niggas thinking they Rich Porter
Papi got a real nigga disorder
Shot him dead in the face could’ve just fought him
Step dead on his J’s and he just brought ‘Em
Right wrist Plain Jane but my left water
Treat him like a bug then step on him
My neck hurtin’ ARP jump three round bursting
Can’t put the cup down never I’m thirsty
Papi talk fly shit rap ‘bout murders
I make a young nigga wanna go pick up a gun
I make a trap nigga wanna go get him some funds
I make a top tier bad bitch pick up the ones
Bitch clean it up with a broom when I’m done
Told block “I don’t think there’s no room in the blunt”
Nigga I’m too fried think you put shrooms in the blunt
Lil’ bro too stuck like I put glue in the blunt
Stayed down thirty days know what I could do in a month
I’m crip so my pocket be blue as fuck
Give it here I know what to do with the money
Ya man died shit be true when you up he shoulda seen how fluke you was
Nigga I’m addicted to the money like pooky was
I’m the biggest in my gang like tooky was
Treat yo block like auntie vein jump out the car then shoot it up
[Chorus]
I woke up like what ima do today?
Eighteen hunnit on Louis skates
I’m putting that shit on like BMF
The neighborhood love me like Bumpy J
They bringing that shit out the back room
When I walk in ‘cause they know I ain’t come to play
I know how you want this shit to go
But you play wrong shit going the another way
This bitch fine as hell with a BBL
She shaking ass bitch all over the place
Hold my AP up ‘cause I’m too turned up
Big bro say “He wanna go Rollie today”
I hang with the takers lil’ bake you
He get to shaking every time he holding the Drake
He got shot in his shit then he fell to the ground and his dumb ass even tried rolling away
