[Verse 1: Samara Cyn, YTB Fatt & Ray Vaughn]
Bitch, I'm sayin' God gave me this rap
Came in a freshman, but, bitch, I'm a mack
Cool lil' voice, lil' Nelly Furtado
Racks on me with a face like a model
Keep it covered up, but this body is a bottle
If I let this ass out, they gon' crash full throttle
Brand new tee, can't fuck with me
Tongue too sharp, hoe, cutlery
Shouldn't have gave me no money, now you stuck with me
He broke up with a star, so it's up with me
He can't even blink without seein' me everywhere
We're seein' black and move the culture likе February (Yeah)
Some drop no imagеs, bad clips (Yeah)
Tight line, tight fool, no obituaries
No careers no more, just field trips
I'm finna bring the class back from the cemetery
Come on, I feel like Mike Jones
Four-four still tippin', yeah
He thought I done barkin'
Had told me to mama, I'm bitchin'
Nah, y'all think I'm a bitch
That's gon' listen to bitchin'? (No)
Mmm, I'm thinkin' more niggas should get in that kitchen
I'm thinkin' more niggas should get in that kitchen (Yeah)
I'm thinkin' more niggas should get in that kitchen (Yeah)
I'm thinkin' more niggas should get in that kitchen (Man, what?)
Thinkin' more niggas should get in that—
Woah, woah
[Interlude: Ray Vaughn]
Look
[Verse 2: Ray Vaughn, YTB Fatt & Eem Triplin,YTB Fatt & Eem Triplin]
I'm scared to know where I go when I die
Been lightin' shit up like the Fourth of July
From where we see death, but don't nobody cry
Ain't got a tool, better grab a supply (Yeah)
Fisherman, I keep a pole by my side (Yeah)
You weren't raised around here, you ain't goin' outside
He killed your brother, how he still alive?
Niggas get ran when they heard I arrived (Yeah)
Not a gang member, should hang by yourself
Own the rules to the game, so I play by myself
Pullin' cards, went with the hand I was dealt
Buryin' my big cuz, you ain't see how it felt
Trappin' in school and that got me expelled
Been through hell and I'm makin' it clear as Propel
Jehovah's Witness, we ringin' your bell
Niggas are— niggas (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas'll blame me for bein' broke (Yeah)
How you mad when you got the same twenty four? (Yeah)
I talk numbers, I speak Roman numerals (Yeah)
Bitch, I'ma be late to my funeral (Yeah)
Tried to cross me and think I ain't notice it
Ain't your money, then why is you postin' it? (What?)
Ain't your money, then why is you postin' it? (What?)
Bitch, I'm bigheaded like Ethiopians
I'm a good guy for nothin', I turn into Chucky
After I fuck, I don't want you to touch me
Claim 'em niggas can't get to me cookin' (Yur)
I cannot fuck you if your feet is ugly
Hang with you niggas, you square like a guppy
Singin' too much, you a Jigglypuff-y
Slide through the D and I'm stoppin' that buddy
Skinny-ass nigga but pockets is chubby
Throw that shit back, throw that shit back (Okay)
Niggas act like me but they cannot rap (On God)
Double-XL, I'm givin' 'em hell (Huh? Yeah)
It's better this then to sit in a cell
Damn (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: YTB Fatt]
That's how it sound when the fire come, huh
When it's [?] I'll be in a coma
Double-XL with a big gun
I remember sleepin' with a bedbug
This life, I can't hand to 'em
I might scream "Let bro do it"
Money sayin' "How they fold two dubs?"
Bitches sayin' "How they fold two dubs?"
Came in the game with my thugs
Hatin' niggas, the other side get hung
For the cash, he gon' hit who he love
For the cash, he gon' hit who he love
Bro know I came here with a drum
Too fuckin' rich to fall in love
Outside, pop the Don
Outside, pop the Don
[Verse 4: Eem Triplin & YTB Fatt]
Do a temp' check on me, I ain't like these niggas
Hothead, I get a right with a nigga
I get in your mind like a psychic
Separate Eem from the rest with a hyphen, nigga
I was down bad in the projects
But I made it out, bein' broke ain't like me, nigga
I give a damn what he said, it's off with his head
I don't take shit lightly, my nigga
Rubber band Man, you could call me "Run It Up Man"
Mr. Run It Up Man
Five-star hoes pullin' up, tryna fuck him (What?)
I never cuff them
I could really give a damn what the opps said
'Cause I got more money than him (Yeah)
He ain't talkin' when there's money involved
You can call me when the check land
I woke up, got a check, spent a check
Then I made another check (Yeah, yeah)
Then I spent that new check up on my neck
Like I don't give a fuck about it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I'd hate me too
If I was you, I can't even doubt it (Yeah, yeah)
I pay his mama rent (Yeah)
Make that nigga feel less a man about it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Checks on me like Nike
Tell her I'm a freshman (What's good?)
Need a Double-XL white tee (What?)
Like I'm Soulja Boy (What?)
Who is you? Don't know that boy (What?)
Get my crew to show that boy (What?)
Hoes blowin' up my phone
I think I'm startin' to get annoyed (What?)
Project baby, I was on the block
Now I got a M in stocks (What?)
Now I'm drippin' Louis V
But no, I am not Skateboard P
Japanese denim jeans (What?)
Cost more than a wedding ring (What?)
I'm on a Cardo beat
Feel like I'm up off ketamine
Damn! (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 5: GELO, YTB Fatt & Ray Vaughn, YTB Fatt & Ray Vaughn]
Move, bitch
Get out the way (Let's do it)
I feel like I'm Ludacris
When I'm speedin' on that e-way (What?)
You bitches so new to this
Been the realest way before my b-day (What?)
Hit my bitch from the back
Had to run it back, put my bitch in replay
Cum on my shit more than once
I know how to bump, hit my bitch the G way
Blue shirt stuffed up in my pocket
Put it on your top, bitch, he goin' the seaway
Niggas always talkin' shit
If didn't hoop, I could flip a brick
But I don't fuck with no laws or feds (Yeah)
I just keep my mind stuck on gettin' rich (Yeah, hahahahaha)
Cuz say he havin' motion (Hahahahaha)
These niggas soft, soundin' like a bitch
Only motion I got, nigga
In them trigger fingers when we dumpin' clips (Yeah)
Check the fit, bitches look at me
Exclusive shit, straight from BBD
Been a gangsta since three years old
How the fuck you think they call me "G3"? (Yeah)
Undefeated, nigga, any battle
How the fuck these niggas gon' defeat me? (Yeah)
Been whoppin' niggas since a lil' one
How the fuck these niggas gon' beat me? (Yeah)
Don't make no sense, bitch, repent
Niggas partyin' and missin' rent
Told my dog "Take two of his"
Now them niggas lookin' for some missin' pics
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