360 Boy

[Intro]

Ayy, cuz, shut that back door right quick

He act like he don't hear me, man, shut that back door, man

Hurry up, shut the back door, nigga, stop lookin' at me, smilin'

Ayy, ayy, ayy, trip, trippy boys

Man, shut the fuck up while I'm doin' this shit though, man, back to my motherfuckin' album, alright, I know it be hatin'-ass niggas in the background

These hatin'-ass niggas in the background be crazy

One thing about me, man, I ain't never hated or showed a nigga I really needed 'em

I pop this shit three hundred and sixty-five days of the year, man, with no camera

I lost my love, my twin, my dog, I was off this shit for two years, really wasn't stuntin'

But I know every moment, every second, every hour, or day, a mouthful of cap-ass niggas talkin' 'bout YP island

I know they want it if I got it, I know hе want 'em, but I'm gettin' my bread, ain't no mystеry with this shit

Still gon' rock these clothes, still gon' fuck these huffs, get this monion, this shit here, jit, I promise

I won't ever show my hand again

I go by Top Chef Hood Baby Thotty, whatever you wanna call me

But one thing you can't call me, disloyal or a tail-tugger

Slatt, this shit 'til we dead and pale, jack

Let's go

(Taurus)

[Chorus]

360 boy, I hop out F&N-N

360 boy, hit Maxfield, then I'm spendin'

5.56 in the clip, it hurt your shin-'in

I ain't hurtin, bitch, I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins

No L's in the foreign, license suspended

Ten P's, I been dressin' in this vintage

These niggas say they killers, but who really?

All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick

[Verse 1]

Yeah, don't start that trippin', you get whipped up with this switch

Niggas need this tampon 'cause they actin' like a bitch

Drive SRT on bullshit, drive the Benz went on Swift

911 coupe, it burn tires when it drift (Yessirski)

Be careful with them eyes, quick to come up off the hip (Yessirski)

Pushin' P and pressure, yeah, that monion get you dipped, nigga

I went right, I seen Rollack, but my partner screamin', "Crip"

This shit for Pope, brother, just get your rest, don't trip

I was just fuckin' on her and her friend

Mines in the grave, so don't call me twin

My ho rich, she whippin' a Benz

She whippin' Bentayga whenever she sin

Ain't 'bout no paper, we can't talk biz

And I know that you tellin' to a cracker just like Skins

Kill at the rats, let the real out the pen, yeah (Top Chef)

[Chorus]

360 boy, I hop out F&N-N

360 boy, hit Maxfield, then I'm spendin'

5.56 in the clip, it hurt your shin-'in

I ain't hurtin, bitch, I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins

No L's in the foreign, license suspended

Ten P's, I been dressin' in this vintage

These niggas say they killers, but who really?

All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick

[Verse 2]

Catch him at the red light, know that's a dead light, put his ass to bed like

Uh, livin' that fast life, rammin' her taillight, see what her head like

Long live Mac, Big, and Keed, they kickin' in paradise (Keed talk to em)

Now I'm thinkin' this real life

Got me poppin' these pills like

Uh-huh

Yeah, know it's Keed talk to 'em forever

Margiela jacket with a red umbrella

Goin' number one, I'ma wear my medal

Let J-money, "Rrr," on you and your fellas

We run up these racks while you waitin' on a settle

You could've kept the bitch, her head ain't nothin'

Like five racks on a Dolce Gabbana

What's in my safe? A whole lot of hunnas

My model ass, beatin' on that pussy and snatch out her frontal

Most of y'all lie to your kids, get in the court, tell the truth to the honor, you're pussy

100K on a light day

Everything goin' my way

If it don't, it's the highway

Cartier with the bright face, yeah, Top Chef, nigga

[Chorus]

360 boy, I hop out F&N-N

360 boy, hit Maxfield, then I'm spendin'

5.56 in the clip, it hurt your shin-'in

I ain't hurtin, bitch, I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins

No L's in the foreign, license suspended

Ten P's, I been dressin' in this vintage

These niggas say they killers, but who really?

All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick