FORNICATE

[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