[ Featuring Bdab1 ]
Stack a couple racks, I keep money in my mattress
Got them hips like Dak, ain't no CDs that I'm passin
Villains on the map, we ain't rap, We just make hits
Chiefin on the pack now I'm laughin' to the bank, bitch
Ah, damn, what your wrist do?
Cream color Honda, yeah I push the whip through
Ball on my wrist, dancin' like a disco
Money super tall, got me smokin' on that citgo
Always bring a big Swisher for my dogs, bring that pack through
We was burnin' Bowling Green sorta like a MAC School
Aint beefin' with a bitch, I'm just tryna buy some wagyu
Sit back and watch, the northvillains finna pass you
Yeah, we call that boy a janitor, he always keep a big mop
Walk around the grotto with a thousand dollar wristwatch
Sip it out the bottle, got a dollar and a rich thot
Call me shot caller, I'm a baller, not no Chris Paul
Yeah It's funny how you think you took my bitch, but she was barely mine
Shorty wanna see me pull the Mac out, think it's Bailey time
Better than the greatest, like the bad boys back in 89'
High as f*ck and playin' like the best, just like I'm Le'Veon
Swisher from the corner store now f*ck it roll the blunt up
I ain't watchin' Smosh but I'ma tell a hoe to shut up
Late night with my bitch, we pourin' red until the sun up
Can't be no pedestrian, I'm feelin' like i'm Gunna
Brothers on go, we like Keed and Lil Gotit
I'm the real GOAT, better stop the pocket watchin
Records bein' set, I feel like Jaleel McLaughlin
I can buy the Mets outta just my left pocket
Lookin' at my fist, you get blinded by the crystals
Throw that shit like Kaepernick, my pocket got a pistol
Ay, yeah, you know that we official
Paper ain't Too $hort, but she blowin' on the whistle
Ah, damn, what your wrist do?
Cream color Honda, yeah, I push the whip through
Ball on my wrist, dancin' like a disco
Money super tall, got me smokin' on that citgo
She still talkin' to her exes, like you know that shit ain't normal
Protect yourself when you get hit, ain't talkin' bout a girdle
Gettin' money every day, like your grandma do the worldle
Got her pullin' up in four minutes, like, damn, you got a portal?
Bet you know my pockets fat like they been livin' right in Green Bay
Bet your new girl been around more than Steve Blake
Everybody taxin', you ain't boutta get a rebate
While you gettin' mad, I'm smokin' blunts right where the Heat play
Best not leave the fort alone, we'll pull up and start takin' shit
Copy other rappers, guess you fakin' till you makin' it
Smokin' till my hair grey, no sons of the Patriots
If Bdab eatin' other rappers, now we need a handkerchief
Stack a couple racks, I keep money in my mattress
Got them hips like Dak, ain't no CDs that I'm passin
Villains on the map, we ain't rap, We just make hits
Chiefin on the pack now I'm laughin' to the bank, bitch
Ah, damn, what your wrist do?
Cream color Honda, yeah I push the whip through
Ball on my wrist, dancin' like a disco
Money super tall, got me smokin' on that citgo
