Toxic

[Intro]

We'll count it up

We'll use it, yeah (AB)

[Chorus]

I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah

It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record

I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick

Bloody nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard

I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me

Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want

Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me

They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah

[Verse 1]

I'm on another level, get anothеr tailor, comin' out like I'm outfitted

I ain't signin' that deal, I got to anothеr bidder if I find an amount bigger

He tote that green flag and that red, representin' a grave digger

I'm leavin' demons all in her head, tryna make sure she think different

This my monkey suit (Go)

I hit licks inside that fit and send shots out that coupe (Out that coupe)

I'm too rich to take these risks but still gon' step on you

Tuck my cash money chain, come out the window, shoot

Steady blowin' that strap straight at your brain 'til I shoot through

I need a hunnid mill', I done shed a hunnid tears

He said, "Cool," and I say, "Fire"

They know niggas die for real

Prolly fire shells up in all my rides

Bury him, he stay concealed

4KTrey, get faced lil' bitch

Plan on slangin' all out on a tear

[Chorus]

I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah

It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record

I can't take no chances, no, gon' ride with the stick

Bloody, that nigga, I'm gon' show it, all my feelings overboard

I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me

Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want

Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me

They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah

[Verse 2]

Stack it up, breakin' up, we countin' out red, you cover the whole scene

Step on 'em, the conscience that fuck with my head, accept it like protein

Nigga, rockabye, tryin', I put 'em to bed, get put in a long-sleeve (Stylist)

Ball right, too much Off-White, I want Alexander McQueen

Takin' one off and I ain't takin' one bean

Ba knock 'em off, I'on taste no lean

I just want the bitch, finna get some credit

She gon' want me for to get her a ring

Yeah, yeah, Top leave red on the scene

Covered in gunpowder, still too clean

Five percent with a strong-ass scent

In an all-white car, you know that's me

Prolly all-red, nigga know I'm big B

Old lame ass niggas ain't better than me

Now I'm on seven but then I get three

Still won't stop, I'ma count on my feet (Come here)

Tell me what they hear about

I'm stuntin' it, like, who better than me?

Let the reverend speak, Christian Loub' on feet

Murder have me bleak, bitch, be deceased

[Chorus]

I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah

It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record

I can't take no chances, no, gon' ride with the stick

Bloody, that nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard

I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me

Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want

Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me

They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah

[Outro]

Dope boy, you ain't fuckin' with me today slime

Im sayin', ayy, he must've stayed up all night or somethin', you heard me?

I did, aye, everybody was sleep but me