I Got (2019)

Run that back, Turbo

I'm leavin' my mans on a lit, your ho's a one night stand

Yeah, my pocket on nothing but finesse, so your shit don't come with a ring

Yeah, my bitch, she so bad, yeah, and she drinkin' on Chardonnay

I do Hennessy, not no Ace of Spades

Nah, you can't be friends with me if you ain't gettin' paid

Or you'd rather get some pussy instead of gettin' paid

On the lean, sippin', trippin', this shit I call the gang

Yeah, these niggas really roaches, I'm havin' rain

And these niggas really bogus and miscellaneous

I'm gon' run these bands, I'm not ashamed

Holes in his head, shit, thеy call him crazy

Before she quеstion me about my occupation

Got a hard bag, put shit in rotation

I see you flashin' money, shit, but you been poor lately

I just be ridin' with the stick, my heart been cold lately

I got, I got, I got

Brokerage know my mama with me

In the streets, they bond me with promethazine

My death stroke, shit, almost killed Meech

I trap a whole MV, no blue cheese

If I caught her down for my dead set, it's gon' be a ho

I guess I'm catchin' the downfall, shit, I love all my hoes

In a real push-start and my coupe match our toe

Yeah, I walk with this one here, he goin' out like no hope

I got real deal shooters, StickBaby and D-Bo

And I'm killin' all these lame-ass niggas, Nike both

I'm killin' these opps back-to-back, they don't wanna move

I'm killin' your other sets, nigga, you don't want no more

I'm preachin' the hood rich, they say I can't spend no more

It was over ten credit card to pay the toll

Spent half a million on my gang, you know the rule

They stole my slang, they stole my style, they stole my flu

I'm comin' hard, just do what you do 'cause I'm takin' over

If wasn't for my daughter, I bet I'd hit, I been watchin' news

Los Ghetto Gang-Gang, these niggas know that we two

Nah, I don't wanna talk shit, I just wanna fool you

I'm leavin' my mans on a lit, your ho's a one-night stand

Yeah, my pocket on nothin' but finesse, so your shit don't come with a ring

Yeah, my bit', she so bad, yeah, and she drinkin' on Chardonnay

I do Hennessy, not no Ace of Spades

Nah, you can't be friends with me if you ain't gettin' paid

Or you'd rather get some pussy instead of gettin' paid

On the lean, sippin', trippin', this shit I call the gang

Yeah, these niggas really roaches, I'm havin' rain

And these niggas really bogus and miscellaneous

I'm gon' run these bands, I'm not ashamed

Holes in his head, shit, they call him crazy

Before she question me about my occupation

Got a hard bag, put shit in rotation

I see you flashin' money, shit, but you been poor lately

I just be ridin' with the stick, my heart been cold lately

I got, I got, I got