TWELVE TWENTY FIVE

[Part 1: Tables] [Intro] (Ayy, Woods, light that shit up) (SethInTheKitchen) (Ronny J, what's up, nigga?) [Verse] Golden, I got niggas that'll do something to ya Holdin', she holdin' on to my love, love It's funny how the tables turn It's funny how these bridges burn Late night creepin', late night creep I had to realize these niggas ain't nothing like me Thanking God for these racks 'fore I go to sleep Why that nigga falling off, he ain't 'bout his business If I book this BnB, I'ma put your main ho in it And the boy can't flex like me, that nigga ain't 'bout his fitness Ayy, she complaining all the time, she hate the way I'm living I got tunnel vision, I only got one mission Why you wanna waste my time? Bitch, get out my mеntions We're gonna be alright long as you keep your distancе Baby, you look puzzled, I'm not the one you missing Me and that nigga ain't even in the same division Put that shit on, when I hit the 'Gram, I go viral (Go viral) I feel like I can't trust nobody, I can't lie to you When them niggas see that you going up, they gon' wanna try you I can't be nobody but myself, nigga, I don't really like you Hey, I don't really like you "Do you like getting money?" Baby, is the sky blue? I just spent two bands on this fucking Rick coat I'm not tryna brag, I just had to let you know It's not a game, it's not a game (Woo) [Part 2: MOTY] [Intro] (Zetra) [Verse] I gotta handle my business I gotta go to the dentist, I went and hit Alex to handle my dentures You niggas never had shit on me, you niggas going out sad like bitches I got this shit in my kidneys You niggas fake, I ain't with it I just been making it happen, you niggas been capping a lot like Fitted And shoutout to my niggas trapping, them niggas been getting it off of the griddy Why you so goddamn loud? A nigga can't even take you serious Big boy money, I'm serious, I'm tryna rack up and cop me a Urus Fuck all you niggas, I'm serious, block out the hate like I got no ears Faygo the man of the year, look how he stand over all of his peers, nigga You can't have no fear, nigga Can't be scared out here, nigga Been getting so much money, might put karats in my ear, nigga Shooter got Tommys, no Hilfiger And shoutout to my real niggas Talking 'bout steel niggas, for me, they gon' kill niggas I been in the deep, feel like I ain't gotta tell niggas for real Summer's over, now it's cold [Part 3] [Verse 1] Summer's over, now it's cold, I been losing my control In a whole different zone, what's really going on? What he really up to? I don't have no clue Niggas watching my moves, bitch better get in tune Yeah, do what I do, they know what I does Uh, I got the magical touch, Midas, all of my opps dust I cannot hype this shit up, this just the process, trust I'm with the gang, it's up, send shots at them, they bluff Don't know how you hate and how you envy I been getting it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Yeah, question marks like something's missing Been flexing, no fitness [Interlude] Yeah, bitch, yeah Hahaha, I'm finna bring it back in [Verse 2] Two different visas, Jesus watching me Gotta watch out for the skeezers, demons all on me Yeah, fuck all the teachers that ain't believe in me Now my features is three X your whole salary Come through, black Rick Owens like it was a tragedy Yeah, black Rick Owens boots, how can you step on me? Dress assassin but come in with that fucking melody, yeah Pushing 'til that fucking tank on E