[Intro]
Turn me, turn me do— turn— turn the beat down a little bit
Now I'm not just sayin' that shit just for the intro
Yeah, yeah, it sound good
Fix the pre, yeah
I'm sippin' on Jupi— Jupiña and Patrón, nigga
Some shit like that, you know
Yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse]
Yeah, I swear I'm feelin' like my greatest ever
Niggas like a Cuban link the way we stay together
Shoutout all my exes, y'all just made me better
I had a couple of your friends rock my favorite sweaters
Strip club was sun and rain the way we change the weather
We ain't pay together
I feel like I got mob ties the way I'm made forever
Fuck them bitches, they ain't gotta run no numbers my nigga, so up in digits
We done paid dogs, made money, made sauce
Niggas got a feelin', nigga, not a single day off, nah
Supposed to attend the Juno's but I'm out with Uno
Said, "Fuck story," cut a track with Rory
They want me up in LIV, this shit like 50 bands
They got the money, but fuck 'em, dog, if they can't afford me
Out in Europe on tour, bitches can't ignore me
Ain't gotta save no video to my phone
Them bitches out there'll 'Gram it for me
It's so crazy
I done came from beggin' niggas for J's
To sellin' out all my shows like I'm Hov, JAY-Z
My flow so pimp like ho, pay me
I've been ballin' out these shows
Gettin' money all day, stallin' out these hoes
Feelin' like I'm in New Orleans and hoes look at me like Mr. Carter at the 'Grove
Trap star killin' shit, slaughter at the stove
Miss me with the bullshit, I started like I'm Rose
Pissin' off fathers, got they daughters at the shows
Set the standards high, so I went and copped the Rolls
Went and copped the Wraith when I should've bought the Ghost
And Tice just walked in, man, he hot up off the stove
Killin' radio, I guess that shit we got in common
150K in a week, fuck a comment
No blog can stop me, no dog can stop me
Menace to society, O-Dog's beside me
Check 'em, he might pull out, woah, dog, he's grimy
I was in the hall, sellin' dog-dog in real life
Jump shot ugly, but I ball dog in real life
I give the game insight to my trill life
Then I pick and roll this shit like a give and go
James Brown, mixtape, album, I give 'em soul
Plan to go diamond while a nigga give 'em gold
Shit is gettin' realer and my niggas gettin' triller
At the BET like, "How they give my shit to Tiller?"
I mean, that's my nigga, but I came up from the skrilla
And I want this shit the hardest, every artist gotta feel, though
(How you like that, babe?)
My flow is like vargas in vanilla
Have 'em all shook, give 'em Parkinson's and kill ya (How you like that, babe?)
I'm movin' like Marcy and Matilda
Flow so cold, they could do it nigga, sly me
Screw face, capital nigga, we from the grimy
Shooters DeJ Loaf, they don't let a nigga try me
Stretchin' a brick, bitches they connected to my dick
I swear you would've had to call 'em hoes siamese
At Hong Shing, niggas cookin' with the Chinese
Hood bitch from Brooklyn, had her lookin' like a dime piece
Camp David sessions got me goin' in with Johann
Ex conversations, nigga, I ain't tryna prolong
My flow so strong, nigga, the dough so long
Shooters that come with all the machines like Voltron
Niggas faker than the shit that got sold on
And they gettin' jealous, the flow is just so embellished
Niggas got it switched like somehow, we made each other
XXL pissed, somehow, I ain't take they cover
So they writin' blogs, shit talk me and say I'm wrong
Like damn, Vanessa, dog, I thought we was fuckin' dogs
When I was fuckin' off, these niggas was uninvolved
They hate they gotta blog me, they hate that I come in charge (How you like that, babe?)
I got problems that I gotta come resolve
'Til them pussy niggas check me, I'll be stuntin' with my dogs, what's up
[Outro]
They not gon' like me, dog
Haha, I told you
But niggas gotta respect me, though
We run the city in our joggin' pants, nigga
Nigga, like Fargo, he keep it cooler than Teddy Pendergrass in a snowstorm
Sippin' a milkshake with his throw on, nigga
Hahaha, Jahlil, what up, nigga?
Canada
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