[Intro]
(Culture)
(James about that check, boy)
[Chorus: YSB Tril]
If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it
Talked down on the boy, but the kid had to dead it
Your bitch an eater, on knees, she be beggin'
My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic
Your bitch, I put dick in her jaw
Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall
Oh, I been that nigga since school in the halls
They treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh
I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin'
You still smokin' midget, we puffin' exotic
Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic
You can't even sit with us, my nigga, just stop it
I'm floatin', finna go to the moon
A thousand degrees, bitch, I'm hotter than June
Plеase don't get too close, bеtter watch where you at
Put the scene on the map, now the boy pick and choose
[Verse 1: YSB Tril]
I wake up, get cash and that's every day
Ask me how I'm feeling, I say, "Feeling paid"
Brand new blue Benjis straight out of the bank
Purple in my cup, bitch, I feel like a saint
I'm earning my stripes, I done got a lil' rank
Bitch, I feel like I'm Django, the boy out the chains
I done took a few L's tryna go 'gainst the grain
Took a walk right though Hell and I'd still stay the same
Hop into that walk of shame, never again
Put down that controller, this shit ain't a game
The beast been unleashed, now I cannot be tamed
I'm goin' up like some stocks, and they fallin' like rain
New whip, candy the paint
Them losses I took, I charged them to the game
They wanna know how much money I make
I ain't sayin' no words, take a walk to the bank
[Chorus: YSB Tril & Dipsterr]
If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it
Talked down on the boy, but the kid had to dead it
Your bitch an eater, on knees, she be beggin'
My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic
Your bitch, I put dick in her jaw
Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall
Oh, I been that nigga since school in the halls
They treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh
I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin'
You still smokin' midget, we puffin' exotic
Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic
You can't even sit with us, my nigga, just stop it
I'm floatin', finna go to the moon
A thousand degrees, bitch, I'm hotter than June
Please don't get too close, better watch where you at
Put the scene on the map, now the boy pick and choose (Drip, Drip, Drip)
[Verse 2: Dipsterr]
Like Tril said, we poppin' (Poppin')
New music be droppin' (Droppin')
These lil' niggas can't even top it
All of these bitches be flockin'
Just like these lil' dreads on my head, they gon' lock it
I'm ringin' shit like a doorbell
You say you got the pack, but it ain't no smell
I got the gang right here and a girl at the crib
I can't take no lil' ho to a hotel (Where?)
My lil' shawty straight bussin', you couldn't handle her
You like your life, don't fuck with me, it's cancerous
I ran up a check, guess I'm buildin' my stamina
Doin' this shit with no motherfuckin' manager
I put dick in the back of her throat, leave her back broke
I'ma motherfuckin' damage her
These niggas know that I ain't no ho, I want all smoke
Big folk, I'ma stand for them
[Chorus: YSB Tril]
If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it
Talked down on the boy, but the kid had to dead it
Your bitch an eater, on knees, she be beggin'
My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic
Your bitch, I put dick in her jaw
Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall
Oh, I been that nigga since school in the halls
They treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh
I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin'
You still smokin' midget, we puffin' exotic
Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic
You can't even sit with us, my nigga, just stop it
I'm floatin', finna go to the moon
A thousand degrees, bitch, I'm hotter than June
Please don't get too close, better watch where you at
Put the scene on the map, now the boy pick and choose
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