[ Featuring Hotboii ]
(Elite got that heat)
Can never lose like I'm made in the wind (Static)
I just rolled these opps, I put they face in the wind
Yeah, I got that FN, I bought my bae a twin
Niggas be pillow talkin' like bitches, but that hatin' shit don't matter
Before I let a nigga play with me, I be in a jail wearin' shackles (facts)
To the news, I'm a rapper (no cap), real life, I'ma smacker (6)
All the opps some cappers, where your gun at? Nigga you a lacker
Where your funds at? Ain't gettin' no cheddar
Now I won't text niggas, get it after
F*ck-nigga snakes, I can hear 'em rattle
Foolio swang the K, you know I come after
Monkey nuts, chops came with a bananas
Caught him up top, put him back together
Poured me a four up in my Fanta
But they at North Pole, waitin' on Santa
Twelve can't catch me, hot speedin', 'cause of my diamonds wet, Fiji
Everybody who say, "F*ck me," be the same people that need me
Love my bae, we so toxic, once we fell in love, we cheatin'
Bought the Perc's I need 'em, got a new jwet, I'm gleasin'
Remember we were broke, performin' local, O-V-E-R, that shit over
F-O-C-U-S, I'm focus, I'll pop Xanax, got me rollin'
F-U-C-K S-O-B-E-R, I swear, man, f*ck bein' sober
Said I didn't fade away like COVID, we was maskin' up before COVID
We throw a long pass, feel like a Hotboii
It's a touchdown, Kut Da Fan On
Rockin' baguettes on my Cartier, shit buss down, baguette
Make us run down (make us run down), before the sundown (grrah, sundown)
All you hear is, "Grrt, baow-baow," that's them gun sounds (that's them gun sounds)
Gun 'em down, I don't care where the sun is, y'all niggas gon' run 'em down (gon' run 'em down)
Slap this drum right in my AR, just give it a couple pounds (a couple pounds)
Way 'fore I was rich, I still was givin' hoes the run-around
We don't do no snitches, you can never speak on what you seen
They on the run, my heart was nerve-rackin'
I'm up on the news, we up like every day
I slept by the front door, want to hear everything
Feds in the city, they doin' investigatin'
Was waitin' for the sun to shine it never came
On Rico and Zoe, but they couldn't celebrate
Helicopters over my house came, heavy rain
438 and the gang that's a friendly play
Yeah, that's a friendly play, no, it was never game
But I knew that when they thought that it was
Yeah, when you elevate, that's when they levitate 'round you
But they wasn't there in the mud
Sorry I had to skate, I ain't gon' never wait
I'm doin' better bae, pockets on heavyweight
Before you ever play, go check my resume
Before you ever play, go check it, bitch (uh)
Yeah, ready to love me down
Uh, and you can't show me love, show me nothin'
Yeah, got it out the mud, out the dungeons
Uh, yeah, got it from the bottom like a dungeon
Yeah, you know lil' Hotboii, he comin' (Static)
He comin' with all these drums, he got drummings
Comin' with all these drums, he got drummin'
I'm on that Casamigo, I be on that f*ck shit
Yeah, yeah, you know I pull up on that f*ck shit
Yeah, ain't gon' take, but I'm on that f*ck shit
Shawty in the party, forgot the function
Baby, I can't trust shit, I can't love shit
I don't love, I love nothin'
I'ma keep goin'
(Stratic)
