Coming live from the stash house
Taking all of the trash out
High ceiling like Shaq's house
Every time that I rap now
They all want me to pay dues
Trap here like escape rooms
Heating up like it's late June
Stop believing the fake news (huh, huh)
Ain't no doubt about it, my dick getting crowded
Why they do me foul now?
F*ck it, bucket, count it (and one, uh)
They're calling me soft, they're not really wrong
I'm rocking velour (huh, uh)
You not on a boat, well, that doesn't matter, we going for sure
No jewelry on me, they took it off me like I'm Ben Baller (hey)
They got me up in court, I'm with the set like Travis Barker (oh)
Ain't no capping with this paper like a Magic Marker (yeah)
They can't jack it, I'm a fire starter
Wait, wait, wait
Prada bag, Gucci, Louis ain't what we got in store
I don't care about no money, you can run all them jewels
Only plans that I have, get the coochie galore
Actually, I'm lookin' for love, but to no avail
In and out the back quick
They cannot see me like I'm backlit
Everybody told me I was batshit
Now they looking past like a has-been
Stay up in the back like an ad-lib
They ain't really cracking like a ChapStick lip
They don't wanna see the lil' dick kid growing any bigger than he is
But I swing big, don't I?
I'm smoking marijuana
I want to sit down and just chop it up, Benihana
I'm cold-blooded with this shit, I'm coming like iguana
They should never really judge us for this shit, Your Honor
That would be
H-E-A-rsay
Why, that's hearsay
Mobbing with the gang
If you hating then it's fear-based
You don't know a thing 'bout us, baby, that is clear as day
I'm just with my friends smoking marijuana (yeah)
(H-E-A-rsay)
(Why, that's hearsay)
(Mobbing with the gang)
(If you hating then it's fear-based)
(You don't know a thing 'bout us, baby)
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Coming live from the stash house
Taking all of the trash out
High ceiling like Shaq's house
Every time that I rap now
They all want me to pay dues
Trap here like escape rooms
Heating up like it's late June
Stop believing the fake news (huh, huh)
Ain't no doubt about it, my dick getting crowded
Why they do me foul now?
F*ck it, bucket, count it (and one, uh)
They're calling me soft, they're not really wrong
I'm rocking velour (huh, uh)
You not on a boat, well, that doesn't matter, we going for sure
No jewelry on me, they took it off me like I'm Ben Baller (hey)
They got me up in court, I'm with the set like Travis Barker (oh)
Ain't no capping with this paper like a Magic Marker (yeah)
They can't jack it, I'm a fire starter
Wait, wait, wait
Prada bag, Gucci, Louis ain't what we got in store
I don't care about no money, you can run all them jewels
Only plans that I have, get the coochie galore
Actually, I'm lookin' for love, but to no avail
In and out the back quick
They cannot see me like I'm backlit
Everybody told me I was batshit
Now they looking past like a has-been
Stay up in the back like an ad-lib
They ain't really cracking like a ChapStick lip
They don't wanna see the lil' dick kid growing any bigger than he is
But I swing big, don't I?
I'm smoking marijuana
I want to sit down and just chop it up, Benihana
I'm cold-blooded with this shit, I'm coming like iguana
They should never really judge us for this shit, Your Honor
That would be
H-E-A-rsay
Why, that's hearsay
Mobbing with the gang
If you hating then it's fear-based
You don't know a thing 'bout us, baby, that is clear as day
I'm just with my friends smoking marijuana (yeah)
(H-E-A-rsay)
(Why, that's hearsay)
(Mobbing with the gang)
(If you hating then it's fear-based)
(You don't know a thing 'bout us, baby)
Taking all of the trash out
High ceiling like Shaq's house
Every time that I rap now
They all want me to pay dues
Trap here like escape rooms
Heating up like it's late June
Stop believing the fake news (huh, huh)
Ain't no doubt about it, my dick getting crowded
Why they do me foul now?
F*ck it, bucket, count it (and one, uh)
They're calling me soft, they're not really wrong
I'm rocking velour (huh, uh)
You not on a boat, well, that doesn't matter, we going for sure
No jewelry on me, they took it off me like I'm Ben Baller (hey)
They got me up in court, I'm with the set like Travis Barker (oh)
Ain't no capping with this paper like a Magic Marker (yeah)
They can't jack it, I'm a fire starter
Wait, wait, wait
Prada bag, Gucci, Louis ain't what we got in store
I don't care about no money, you can run all them jewels
Only plans that I have, get the coochie galore
Actually, I'm lookin' for love, but to no avail
In and out the back quick
They cannot see me like I'm backlit
Everybody told me I was batshit
Now they looking past like a has-been
Stay up in the back like an ad-lib
They ain't really cracking like a ChapStick lip
They don't wanna see the lil' dick kid growing any bigger than he is
But I swing big, don't I?
I'm smoking marijuana
I want to sit down and just chop it up, Benihana
I'm cold-blooded with this shit, I'm coming like iguana
They should never really judge us for this shit, Your Honor
That would be
H-E-A-rsay
Why, that's hearsay
Mobbing with the gang
If you hating then it's fear-based
You don't know a thing 'bout us, baby, that is clear as day
I'm just with my friends smoking marijuana (yeah)
(H-E-A-rsay)
(Why, that's hearsay)
(Mobbing with the gang)
(If you hating then it's fear-based)
(You don't know a thing 'bout us, baby)