[ Featuring Fyelow ]
Aye
Ridin' round town with that shit on me
Chelsea the kit on me
Too many bitches can't fit on me
I like the way she gon get on me
Drive my shit on E
Still throw a dub at yall big homie
She need a seat I said sit on me
Open his top put a lid on eem
Why would you shit on me?
Foreal
You know that shit was a bad decision
My bitch Purdy like she got passing vision
See MC's I don't have to mention
Soon as I step in the room I grab attention
Even Helen Keller listen
See my new bitch she a trip but she never trippin
Cause my bitches bring better bitches
Yall niggas struggle to cross on the goal line
This shit 4th & forever inches
Speaking of 4 first 48
We ain't goin' for shit ask 4-7
Niggas be talkin' crazy and askin' for favors
But they ain't got no leverage
Used to be RTA riding
But now I put money aside and I count extras
And if you hated on me take you and your girl
And go jump off of Mount Everest
You niggas rappers you actors and roleplayers
You should go get on FiveM
I do this for niggas thats putting the time in
Check to check but surviving
For my niggas who not always gettin' the credit
But using they credit providing
For my niggas who in situations that I've been
That'll kill for reviving okay
I say I tell you one thing about it
I know that these niggas ain't about it
Been a while since I carried a wallet
Skrt off on the bank when I make a deposit
I'm ridin' around with a trick in the bag
I carry myself cause I been in my bag
My foot full of shit cause I'm kickin' they ass
This ain't graduation can't give em a pass
My bitch she get mad at a nigga
She talkin' bout period
End of a sentence
She always be after a nigga
I'm ridin' around the city the fully is with me
I'm tryna go pack up a nigga
I took his lil' hoe I went back to the city
Don't ask me what happened lil nigga
I hit from the back put a battery in it
I feel like a master just got me a new whip
Got him a stick but he ain't finna use it
I shot at the teachers when I was in school
I ain't have a pencil but had me a rule
He ain't gettin' chicken he f*ckin' with tuna
I might spin da bin that don't mean I'm the shooter
Remember back then it was oodles & noodles
Now I got a five-star plate in the pool
I know she an eater put her on a diet
I know that I'm trippin' I just wanna try it
I just cut her off but it felt like a win
If I f*cked on you once I could do it again
All of my dollars Azul like they hate red
Don't carry cash it's a nuisance
Look who I'm f*ckin' again just like Drake said
All my bills got a blue tint aye
I'm on 270 runnin' a checkup
She gon' offer the neck up
Really be stackin' my shit like a staircase
Why I'm always a step up uh
I feel like ever since I put my head down
Bitches givin' the legs up
Why she gon' listen for everything I do?
This bitch thinks she Alexa
Huh okay
These niggas tired as f*ck
Nigga I'm hot I'm fire as f*ck
Nigga I'm high I'm fried as f*ck
And I'm on hots he was tryna be cool
So I'm upping the fire and I'm firin' em up
Nigga owe bread and he try to hit road
I'ma aim at the whip he gon' die in the truck (okay)
