[Intro:]
First Round
Man (Ha, hey, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 1: Draft Day]
Ain't no back and forth, all that talking when that rent due
She gon' say she love you, but I know she love that trick too
Know I'm not your baby for that Becky, I might bless you
Test you, I ain't really trippin', you can have her, foo'
When you get around them hoes, you be actin' cool
Penny pinchin', they'll never double back for you
Now your face card burnt, cold shoulders on 'em
You can say what you want, I'm still steppin' on 'em
I'on give a fuck who like me
Shawty shaking ass, wanna ride me
You can bring your friends to this yacht, in Miami bitch we yikin'
Jaw lock biting, she know that my life is enticin'
While you was blowing up her phonе, I was beating it up like Tyson
Back to back to back to back to back I pull up trucks then
K24, I'm throwing racks with my lеft hand
Same clan, ride with more sticks than the Taliban
Get your man, he a real fan, get 'em a autograph
You can hate me all that you want, I let my millions laugh
Do the math, gon' add it up quick
This is not no small tab, we ain't come to bullshit
If you come creepin' 'round that snake pit, you get bit
If you're going head first, fasho, you finna die lit
Smoking so much 41, I'm higher than the pilot
Know we the livest, why the brokest be the loudest?
How you say you love me? Deep down, you demise me
What I do to you to make it feel like you despise me?
Shed so many tears, I cut my losses, I was grinding
Fornicate that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece
Fornicate that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece
Orchestrate that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece
Quarterback that money, she gon' fuck and be my side piece
Come and get this money, bae, you can be my side piece
Post a route on the 'gram, then I'm going Tyreek
Niggas ain't having guns or butter, they just Jody
Boy, we popping out in real life, ain't have no OG
If it's a issue, my nigga, please come and show me
Ye'ain gotta tell me that I been in that back seat for too long
I been loaded up, doing push ups, getting too strong
First round living lifestyle, to the tombstone
Banging on my chest, by the water, like I'm King Kong
She gon' tat my name, she gon' say this her favorite song
Gotta keep it P, real low-key, you in that playa zone-
[Verse 2: Camo]
Told the bitch it’s Flage, if I wrote it, she might say it wrong
Codeine in these hoes, just the same, next day it’s gone
Play it cordial then I send the blitz, I’m the Corleone
Shot it twice, now the Glock hot like a minute phone
My— my niggas know what’s good with me
You gotta be dumb to think I know these hoes is using me, I’m using them
Take it, throw some pussy in, abusing them
Concrete the enterprise, the empire like Lucious them
Break 'em up, slaying the friend group, bitch, you know I did
Grippin’ the wheel, taking them for a loop, tried to break the Benz
Steppin’ outside and now my chain look like it’s time to take it in
Swear to God these niggas overbite, really need braces
I requested all-white seats like a racist
Too much power tied in like a Mason
Too tied in like I’m double-knot lacing
Oh, you wanna fuck all of my niggas? How amazing
I ain't never stayed in Holidays Inn, no vacations
All my niggas working hard like persuasion
Every bad bitch on the list that I ever want to hit, scratch they name off, dermal abrasion
Ain't my fault you got complacent, talent wasted, give a fuck about your situation
We done poured the lean inside the glass, wine tasting
Tryna see who's the last one to the M's, my niggas racing
[Verse 3: Dc2trill]
I sip some green, put on some ice, somebody talkin' 'bout me
I spent a ten at the store, I'm barely gettin' started
And if I'm in your area code, then I'm gettin' chartered
You got some hoe tendencies, so what your papa taught you?
B.R.A. boy, I no longer play fair
He talk loud, when home, he don't make none
Ain't got no psychedelic album, but let me tell you sum
My stomach messin' with my brain, I’m finna take some
I'm finna rob a nigga, leave a hole in his gut like he Ms. Jenner
And your clan kinda cool, but you the bitch member
Fucking up the letter, came for the big bag, you can keep the little
[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
It’s been a ten-piece since the last time I struggled
Drop one, pick the mud up, that’s the missing puzzle
Peace in my life, wife in my dreams
Woke up to a strange [?], it’s never what it seems
I keep buying whips after whips every time I’m bored
Realizing materialistic things don't fill that void
Strippin’ back the layers of a bitch 'til I see her soul
See you holding by a thread, please don’t let go
All that money that I made never made me whole
Beating up that road, feet don't float like a Flintstone
Put her on a Flintstone, she felt like a [?]
I know these [?], I wave to you like a [?]
Praying past class like you’re committing truancy
Caddy V, seven seas, it’s just you and me
Real pedal puncher, leave your soul in the backseat
[?] my Nike deal like an athlete
AP got a stopwatch, I gotta do track meets
I don't give a fuck, no matter what they gon' bash me
If I die before I wake up, all these marks like lashings
VVS stones set in white gold castings
I treat all my niggas like my mother done had 'em
I treat all my hoes like the love's long-lasting
I’m more misunderstood than most niggas that’s rappin'
Way more pain, more pride, more passion
It’s Us
[Verse 5: Honest]
Fornicate, fornicate
Life ain’t fair, but fuck it, feed me funnel cake
Five-star caviar on my dinner plate
I’m a seven-figure nigga, came from Section 8
Get them hit, send the blitz, I had to orchestrate
Put my safe inside a safe so my safe safe
Went legit, fuck it, still might clear a Chase bank
Concrete Mud Man on my nameplate
Don’t call me Trey no more, I’m Honest, that’s my old name
Gotta duck inside that trap the way that door swing
I’m on the court, but I got niggas in that dope game
Got a Doberman, Frenchie, and a Great Dane
Ice cubes in my ear, it’s a "Good Day"
Ice cubes in my ear like what Day-Day?
Partner down the road, he got me using JPay
Main girl trippin' on me, she a day late
Hoe was riding me, I let it rip just like a Beyblade
Hop up out the whip and then I hit my Nae Nae
Hop up out the whip and then I hit my Dougie
Niggas hate the life I live because it’s lovely
But I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a fuck, huh
Nigga tried to size me up, but he don’t wear enough
Had to double-check the back, that bitch ain't wear enough
I’m Mr. Mud Man, never sipped a double cup