Take it, * that nigga up
Yeah
Take it, it's too hard
Many niggas need you too hard
Yeah
Ay
Look
I bring her money, they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixing the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that * up and I give it right back to him
If I don't * with him, then I can't rap with him
I wanna beat him when somebody catches him
I wanna witness and see that *
I bring her hits and they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
One hell of a year and that nigga still droppin'
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a story like Shorty was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
Now I see a million, I don't get excited
I might just buy or sell my * to thug away
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in that * from the other day
Virgil just sent me a whole different colorway
Please don't be stupid, it's baby and gunna
And baby, you want her, so I just swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I look for another
You niggas fell off and you never recover
Told her some hot take and wait till it bubble
Y'all gunna gunna, I made this * double
Hit and lean, you're ten left with a puddle
It's me drinkin', baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my chair, my bitch burnin' the shuttle
Signposts of M bought a bin for my brother
Painted all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak and it's word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, got a sleep with a cutter
Family a beast, we gon' eat us a supper
My dick in her mouth like she teething or somethin'
Sound like it could be drip season or somethin'
Ain't no comparin' cause we number one
In black and white Chanel
I look like a nun
The police and shop don't know who got a gun
Don't got what I got cause I shop in Milan
It's winter, I still to the top of the dun
The kid was surprised at my trunk in the front
I know you all said it don't shine in the sun
Cuban ain't look like a bus or crayon
I'm still in the lab tryna cut the cayenne
I told the judge, * it, I'm goin' on the run
You one of my dogs, I look out for the bun
Let em get by, let em choose side
We get M's in by the shoe size
I don't * with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Prayin' when I'm like I'm Kevin Gage
And I swear to God I don't get tired
From the treasure now I'm goin'
Spend my time with my friends
Hold on, I don't know where it's at
I don't got a drip, I can leave with the gun
Runnin' this *, only been out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I post 300
Boy, whoever, they know how I'm comin'
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Shoot every club like a magic on money
Niggas ain't rich for real, they get in front of that
Gave her a down, told her, fist up her stomach
By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number
Count to her friend like I been on a bumper
Lately, I been the topic of discussion
Trigger with foreign, they shoot it from Russia
Bad vibes in my show like a musher
If she tell me no once, I won't even touch her
All I do is get her out here bushin'
Act like
I got been rich, I used to have nothin'
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Money ain't even came in from the other one
Fuckin' them hot, so I might as well double up
Seem like everything, I get on the number one
They tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up
People catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as *
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us
Let them get by, let them choose sides
We get M's in by the shoe size
I don't * with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Prayin' when I'm like I'm Kevin Gaze
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
From the treasure, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new
Take it, * them niggas up
Take it, it's too hard
Man, it need you too hard
Try that back turbo
You seen that overseas drip?