We gon' hit a lil' heist, then dip, we gone
In the middle of the night, my bitch gon get what she want I know your type, know you enticed
Shit, it's on, I don't care what they think swear I'm just livin', I'm never gon' right my wrongs
And still I be makin' these songs
Yeah, no panic
I ain't worried about takin' in damage
I ain't worried about what she gon' dance in
I ain't worried about takin' these chances
I ain't worried about who got it faster
The album you made a disaster
My shit comin' hot off the master
The money been comin' in factors
The money been comin' in factors of five, in factors of ten
The money been sleepin' a while cause all of the presidents dead
F*ck what you got goin' on, I be busy to still I'm gon' work on the brand
I told her I'd rather be down on the stage but you'd rather rot in the stands
Hold up, toast
I'm raisin' a toast to the haters, I'm raisin' a toast to the fiends
The crib in the hills serene
Identity fraud, a hoax
You work for a dime, you broke
You act like you all about the action
But you don't want any
We gon' hit a lil' heist, then dip, we gone
In the middle of the night, my bitch gon get what she want I know your type, know you enticed
Shit, it's on, I don't care what they think swear I'm just livin', I'm never gon' right my wrongs
And still I be makin' these songs
Its prat
It's the way she pickin' my brain Deep end, switchin' lanes
I been in the lab Juiced up in my veins
Breakin' backs like I'm Bane The green drive me insane
I do it for my fam Y'all do it for the fame
Yeah, I get it, I got it Roll up to the bank, make a deposit
Roll up to the bank, make it a heist You want a feature, I'll tell you the price
Bitch, please stop givin' advice I got my virtues, you got your vice
Bad bitch, might make her my wife Hittin' it once, twice, thrice
She back around, she dance Duel with no hands, type
Flick, flick, not a flame, like Tick-tock to the late nights
Steppin' on y'all lames, like Fee-fi-fo-fum, type
But please take my soul We in it for a long time
I feel so amazing Yeah, my heart's steady racin
No more time for the chasin' I know you know, I know you know
We gon' hit a lil' heist, then dip, we gone
In the middle of the night, my bitch gon get what she want I know your type, know you enticed
Shit, it's on, I don't care what they think swear I'm just livin', I'm never gon' right my wrongs
And still I be makin' these songs
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We gon' hit a lil' heist, then dip, we gone
In the middle of the night, my bitch gon get what she want I know your type, know you enticed
Shit, it's on, I don't care what they think swear I'm just livin', I'm never gon' right my wrongs
And still I be makin' these songs
Yeah, no panic
I ain't worried about takin' in damage
I ain't worried about what she gon' dance in
I ain't worried about takin' these chances
I ain't worried about who got it faster
The album you made a disaster
My shit comin' hot off the master
The money been comin' in factors
The money been comin' in factors of five, in factors of ten
The money been sleepin' a while cause all of the presidents dead
F*ck what you got goin' on, I be busy to still I'm gon' work on the brand
I told her I'd rather be down on the stage but you'd rather rot in the stands
Hold up, toast
I'm raisin' a toast to the haters, I'm raisin' a toast to the fiends
The crib in the hills serene
Identity fraud, a hoax
You work for a dime, you broke
You act like you all about the action
But you don't want any
We gon' hit a lil' heist, then dip, we gone
In the middle of the night, my bitch gon get what she want I know your type, know you enticed
Shit, it's on, I don't care what they think swear I'm just livin', I'm never gon' right my wrongs
And still I be makin' these songs
Its prat
It's the way she pickin' my brain Deep end, switchin' lanes
I been in the lab Juiced up in my veins
Breakin' backs like I'm Bane The green drive me insane
I do it for my fam Y'all do it for the fame
Yeah, I get it, I got it Roll up to the bank, make a deposit
Roll up to the bank, make it a heist You want a feature, I'll tell you the price
Bitch, please stop givin' advice I got my virtues, you got your vice
Bad bitch, might make her my wife Hittin' it once, twice, thrice
She back around, she dance Duel with no hands, type
Flick, flick, not a flame, like Tick-tock to the late nights
Steppin' on y'all lames, like Fee-fi-fo-fum, type
But please take my soul We in it for a long time
I feel so amazing Yeah, my heart's steady racin
No more time for the chasin' I know you know, I know you know
We gon' hit a lil' heist, then dip, we gone
In the middle of the night, my bitch gon get what she want I know your type, know you enticed
Shit, it's on, I don't care what they think swear I'm just livin', I'm never gon' right my wrongs
And still I be makin' these songs
In the middle of the night, my bitch gon get what she want I know your type, know you enticed
Shit, it's on, I don't care what they think swear I'm just livin', I'm never gon' right my wrongs
And still I be makin' these songs
Yeah, no panic
I ain't worried about takin' in damage
I ain't worried about what she gon' dance in
I ain't worried about takin' these chances
I ain't worried about who got it faster
The album you made a disaster
My shit comin' hot off the master
The money been comin' in factors
The money been comin' in factors of five, in factors of ten
The money been sleepin' a while cause all of the presidents dead
F*ck what you got goin' on, I be busy to still I'm gon' work on the brand
I told her I'd rather be down on the stage but you'd rather rot in the stands
Hold up, toast
I'm raisin' a toast to the haters, I'm raisin' a toast to the fiends
The crib in the hills serene
Identity fraud, a hoax
You work for a dime, you broke
You act like you all about the action
But you don't want any
We gon' hit a lil' heist, then dip, we gone
In the middle of the night, my bitch gon get what she want I know your type, know you enticed
Shit, it's on, I don't care what they think swear I'm just livin', I'm never gon' right my wrongs
And still I be makin' these songs
Its prat
It's the way she pickin' my brain Deep end, switchin' lanes
I been in the lab Juiced up in my veins
Breakin' backs like I'm Bane The green drive me insane
I do it for my fam Y'all do it for the fame
Yeah, I get it, I got it Roll up to the bank, make a deposit
Roll up to the bank, make it a heist You want a feature, I'll tell you the price
Bitch, please stop givin' advice I got my virtues, you got your vice
Bad bitch, might make her my wife Hittin' it once, twice, thrice
She back around, she dance Duel with no hands, type
Flick, flick, not a flame, like Tick-tock to the late nights
Steppin' on y'all lames, like Fee-fi-fo-fum, type
But please take my soul We in it for a long time
I feel so amazing Yeah, my heart's steady racin
No more time for the chasin' I know you know, I know you know
We gon' hit a lil' heist, then dip, we gone
In the middle of the night, my bitch gon get what she want I know your type, know you enticed
Shit, it's on, I don't care what they think swear I'm just livin', I'm never gon' right my wrongs
And still I be makin' these songs
Writer: Prat Verma, Joshua Blumenson
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