Spilled the liquor I was swerving
Got the lemonade and I mixed it
With the bourbon not the best decision
Want a new watch got directions in it
Got new joggers stay flexin' in em
Bae just called said they making dinner
Damn, what a beautiful life
I see em and I give em that beautiful pipe
It's dutiful and suitable she biting at her cuticle
Shit too easy dance to this track
Turn Chris Breezy went through the window
I'm good with the three piece
Extra Buffalo few good lays
Hell nah I ain't cuff em though
But now I settled down
It's the music and the Mary and a cup of brown
Write us a check then we'll come through your town
Hey, what's good
I'm greatness, I'm so real
When we meet I don't fake shit
On my day off I'm smoking
By the lake bitch always be me
I could never do a lame switch
434 Where I reside
In the middle of the woods we be getting high
Shoes off in grass, look to the sky
Like what the f*ck is my f*cking life?
But yeah it's tight cozy with the dress
Still looking right, she gotta nice ass
Then she's my type a big nosed blonde bitch
Tried to lie on my name
In the end she looked like the lame new Bae
Stay wet like the rain
Big checks don't give a f*ck about the fame
I was in the game, I was first string, I be balling dog
I be running this shit
Facts, no hypothesis
I F*ck so anonymous
Don't try it bitch, ain't no topping us
It's a riot when we popping up
Don't want drama, Franz Capala
Yours friends sing like opera
One is a bitch, other is a pup pup pup
Apple Watch, need a new leather strap
Need to show the money and the grind's where my head is at
Girls in lingerie, show me where all the bread is at
Cinnamon twirl bunned, these British girls, I'm catchin' ass
Save me the fake love, shut off all of your aqueducts
Pretty mothaf*cka, I'm pretty much outta f*cks
Given them all so many, sitting and feeling outta luck
Lil tip toeing, big toe dipping and dip out the club
My time is lucrative, turn what I produce to gold
Midas inside my records and these nuggets in these stories told
Poster boy on your girl's wall, gazing at me in centerfold
Smooth as in italics, bars in 16 font, with each letter bold
Figure it's copacetic, so pathetic, is your mishaps
Pull out the red flag from the bull, all that shit, miss me with that
Figuratively spitting bout figures, and how we get plaques
Spoken into existence, this persistence we serve in diss tracks
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Spilled the liquor I was swerving
Got the lemonade and I mixed it
With the bourbon not the best decision
Want a new watch got directions in it
Got new joggers stay flexin' in em
Bae just called said they making dinner
Damn, what a beautiful life
I see em and I give em that beautiful pipe
It's dutiful and suitable she biting at her cuticle
Shit too easy dance to this track
Turn Chris Breezy went through the window
I'm good with the three piece
Extra Buffalo few good lays
Hell nah I ain't cuff em though
But now I settled down
It's the music and the Mary and a cup of brown
Write us a check then we'll come through your town
Hey, what's good
I'm greatness, I'm so real
When we meet I don't fake shit
On my day off I'm smoking
By the lake bitch always be me
I could never do a lame switch
434 Where I reside
In the middle of the woods we be getting high
Shoes off in grass, look to the sky
Like what the f*ck is my f*cking life?
But yeah it's tight cozy with the dress
Still looking right, she gotta nice ass
Then she's my type a big nosed blonde bitch
Tried to lie on my name
In the end she looked like the lame new Bae
Stay wet like the rain
Big checks don't give a f*ck about the fame
I was in the game, I was first string, I be balling dog
I be running this shit
Facts, no hypothesis
I F*ck so anonymous
Don't try it bitch, ain't no topping us
It's a riot when we popping up
Don't want drama, Franz Capala
Yours friends sing like opera
One is a bitch, other is a pup pup pup
Apple Watch, need a new leather strap
Need to show the money and the grind's where my head is at
Girls in lingerie, show me where all the bread is at
Cinnamon twirl bunned, these British girls, I'm catchin' ass
Save me the fake love, shut off all of your aqueducts
Pretty mothaf*cka, I'm pretty much outta f*cks
Given them all so many, sitting and feeling outta luck
Lil tip toeing, big toe dipping and dip out the club
My time is lucrative, turn what I produce to gold
Midas inside my records and these nuggets in these stories told
Poster boy on your girl's wall, gazing at me in centerfold
Smooth as in italics, bars in 16 font, with each letter bold
Figure it's copacetic, so pathetic, is your mishaps
Pull out the red flag from the bull, all that shit, miss me with that
Figuratively spitting bout figures, and how we get plaques
Spoken into existence, this persistence we serve in diss tracks
Got the lemonade and I mixed it
With the bourbon not the best decision
Want a new watch got directions in it
Got new joggers stay flexin' in em
Bae just called said they making dinner
Damn, what a beautiful life
I see em and I give em that beautiful pipe
It's dutiful and suitable she biting at her cuticle
Shit too easy dance to this track
Turn Chris Breezy went through the window
I'm good with the three piece
Extra Buffalo few good lays
Hell nah I ain't cuff em though
But now I settled down
It's the music and the Mary and a cup of brown
Write us a check then we'll come through your town
Hey, what's good
I'm greatness, I'm so real
When we meet I don't fake shit
On my day off I'm smoking
By the lake bitch always be me
I could never do a lame switch
434 Where I reside
In the middle of the woods we be getting high
Shoes off in grass, look to the sky
Like what the f*ck is my f*cking life?
But yeah it's tight cozy with the dress
Still looking right, she gotta nice ass
Then she's my type a big nosed blonde bitch
Tried to lie on my name
In the end she looked like the lame new Bae
Stay wet like the rain
Big checks don't give a f*ck about the fame
I was in the game, I was first string, I be balling dog
I be running this shit
Facts, no hypothesis
I F*ck so anonymous
Don't try it bitch, ain't no topping us
It's a riot when we popping up
Don't want drama, Franz Capala
Yours friends sing like opera
One is a bitch, other is a pup pup pup
Apple Watch, need a new leather strap
Need to show the money and the grind's where my head is at
Girls in lingerie, show me where all the bread is at
Cinnamon twirl bunned, these British girls, I'm catchin' ass
Save me the fake love, shut off all of your aqueducts
Pretty mothaf*cka, I'm pretty much outta f*cks
Given them all so many, sitting and feeling outta luck
Lil tip toeing, big toe dipping and dip out the club
My time is lucrative, turn what I produce to gold
Midas inside my records and these nuggets in these stories told
Poster boy on your girl's wall, gazing at me in centerfold
Smooth as in italics, bars in 16 font, with each letter bold
Figure it's copacetic, so pathetic, is your mishaps
Pull out the red flag from the bull, all that shit, miss me with that
Figuratively spitting bout figures, and how we get plaques
Spoken into existence, this persistence we serve in diss tracks
Writer: Bradley Carter, Riley Hough
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid