[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse]
And she gon' send it to me like a Snapchat
Deep [?], shawty got that flash back
Catch my girl legs open, better smash that
Don't be surprised when she ask for your CashApp, aye
I got shooters in the back, back
Hit a nigga, it go tap, tap
In a race, you can't overlap that
Niggas talking money but we past that
Imperial paintings in the condo
Halfway four fifty [eaten?] with blind hoes
I'm only kicking this with niggas that my dogs know
If I drive [Ford?] do you call it in the [Fall?] snow, uh
Move my baby mother out Toronto
Before I even give a chance to let the dogs know
My heart black as the ash stuck on the charcoal
Life in the heavens stuck on the dark soul
Get your ice tuck nigga, live your life up
Cooking with the weeks, every season nigga spice up
I'm in the field 'till the Friday night lights up
Got me always thinking that the wrong hoes the right ones
I'm just tryna live it up, Diddy cut all the [?] ups
Titty fuck a young rich bitch that think she lit enough
Leave her in a cab or taxi, niggas can't tax me
My pen bleed on that pad like [maxi?] nigga
I spit fire at a nigga whole empire
Or his windshield should have split a rim tire
In the shade, bite the pin off the grenade
Kill his entire army, even when it's meant fire, I swear
2020 moving different this year
The Nissan Skyline is when you flipped it in gear
I be like, "Are we kidding here?"
Y'all niggas act like my hooks ain't flipped your whole fucking career
All the sudden, niggas is Hercules, is fierce out here
Real nigga ratio is looking scarce out here
Yeah you niggas had the time that you was cleared out here
But now we playing with the green like Paul Pierce out here
Fuck is wrong with them?
Plus I don't want to do no songs with them
I don't wanna run into niggas inside one of them fucking functions
I have to act like I'm really getting along with them
Nowadays, niggas need a fucking hook
They want me to yodel all on they fucking songs and trade songs with them
Maybe I'm venting but fuck it, I still [been?] in the bucket
Take you back to the days, 22k on the rent, like fuck it nigga you gotta feel me
Pen got silly, the checks gotten filthy
The deals are Lil Waynes, I need a milli
And they got to say it in them deep voices
Love, respect me or die, nigga that's three choices
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