Like A Cowboy

[Verse 1: NFL Tuewop]

Had to make it all make sense, I done turned a nickel to a dime

Can't tell me shit about the block, seen it all in my life of crime

Say it's respect, dog, 'til it come your way, so let's respect my mind

But if you can't be 'bout your issue like I'm 'bout mine, then slang that iron

Bitch, this traphouse like a bakery, we sell Cookies and pies

Live a thug life like I'm Pac, young nigga straight off the Westside

I'm on edge at all times, these jiggas got me frog-eyed

I been bangin' on shit before you left, but lost it when Papi died

[Chorus: Kodak Black]

Raris, Rovers, ridin' in Rolls with my chauffeur

Flyer than most, flew by, it make my toes hurt

Poppin' dope, sir, I am never sober

Slidin' in a Ghost, these murders makin' me soul search

I get cold to crack my wrist like voodoo

I'm the shit, get past me, I'm like guru

Your lil' bitch a splat, she come here, get choo-choo'd

I keep two zoots on me like a cowboy

[Verse 2: VVSNCE]

I know some bitches who with it and straight out the trenches, they ready to step on a bitch

I know some niggas who spinnin', stand over you grinnin', on God, your whole family get hit

I came from strippin', finessin', and switchin' out visits, my purse got a Perc' and a blick (No cap)

Boostin' and stealin' out stores, then go back to the trenches, on granny, we sellin' that shit

Shittin' on these hoes in these brand-new Bottegas

I stuff my purse with a Glock and blue paper

Ain't got no opps, these lil' bitches just haters

Bitch, wait 'til I'm sldin' in that brand-new Bentayga

Jumped off the jet, then go'n jump in the Cully

My brother behind in that new Ranger Rove

I need my frontend if you tryna kick it

I need least a fifty to come do a show (VS)

[Verse 3: Big Fredo & VVSNCE]

I'll pull up, wet shit (Yeah), I don't care who block (Yeah)

Hellcat, all black, just me and Tuewop (Gang, gang, gang)

In the trap with three ARs and 'bout two Glocks (Yeah)

Got a microwave in that bitch and two glass pops (Uh-huh)

In the trap with lil' Yak, got the MAC in the back

On the field with a bat, young bitch slicin' the smack

Brodie gettin' off the pack, this a 'Cat, not a Scat

I'm a milli' a track, can't affil' with no rats

Make sure the stove hot (Ah), make sure the dope lock (Ah)

You don't wanna cook up? I'll give it to you raw (I'll give it to you, ah)

At Booby, bitches naked, tryna take their clothes off

Ridin' ruthless, coupe sittin' up, dog, I done took the doors off

Gettin' real figures, rich niggas, bad bitches at my disposal

Fuck with real hitters, shit splitters, end up missin' by the time I doze off

Spend a cool ticket, two-fifty sittin' with me right here in my Goyard

Send my young bitches on a mission, how they did it, you wouldn't think they hoes, dog

[Chorus: Kodak Black]

Raris, Rovers, ridin' in Rolls with my chauffeur

Flyer than most, flew by, it make my toes hurt

Poppin' dope, sir, I am never sober

Slidin' in a Ghost, these murders makin' me soul search

I get cold to crack my wrist like voodoo

I'm the shit, get past me, I'm like guru

Your lil' bitch a splat, she come here, get choo-choo'd

I keep two zoots on me like a cowboy