Yeah
Let's go
She pop a pillie, then she pop a wheelie
I got a feeling we bout' to make a milli
Smoke some strong
Think it's gonna heal me
But it brings out the real me
Makes me wanna kill me, pop
She's a hillbilly, never been to the city
Take her to the Marriott, then eat her while she sippin'
Champaign spilling, eyes roll to the ceiling
She call me papi
Guess I'm her familia, yeah
I'm tryna' make it to Rolling Loud
Hear the crowd chant my sound
Roll some loud backstage
Pound for pound, ounce for ounce
Smoking like I'm Weezy
Saw em' snorting like they Jeezy
Damn, Yeezus think he Jesus
Hope Kim K signed a prenup
I got Swatch on my wrist
Never stops, that's legit
I just pop off on a beat, shoot my shot, Scotty Pip
I'm like MJ with the rings
I'm like Posty when I sing
They used to roast me in the halls
Now I toast em' on a beat
I'm a braggadocious motherf*cker
Imma make these rappers suffer, bring competition to the game
That's a must, yeah
They'll be bowing, they'll be flustered
Claiming "In Phoenix We Trust", yeah
Chew the haters, blow a bubble
Pop it, do the Melbourne Shuffle
See it, cop it, that's a dream
Shopping for some iced-out bling
Middle finger to the ones that doubted me, now they'll see
Watch em' cower when I spit
These dick suckers swallow
Imma call out Marco, but the duct tape got em' silent
She pop a pillie, then she pop a wheelie
I got a feeling we bout' to make a milli
Smoke some strong
Think it's gonna heal me
But it brings out the real me
Makes me wanna kill me, pop
She's a hillbilly, never been to the city
Take her to the Marriott, then eat her while she sippin'
Champaign spilling, eyes roll to the ceiling
She call me papi
Guess I'm her familia, yeah
I ain't your daddy, hoe
And plus, I'm glad about it too, shit
You too nasty, hoe
Probably think she sexy
Why you steady acting sassy, hoe?
Better watch your mouth
You come round East, bullshit go south
I be rocking all face
Listen to Mr. West, West, West
I go home, see the family in LA
So I can't really stress, stre, stress
They understand me even after I done left, left, left
Man, I feel it in my chest, chest, chest
In my chest, chest, chest
Boy, I'm blessed, blessed, blessed
These 2 G's set, set, set
God got my back
Know that's a fact
Huddle up all the children, all 7 billion in the Wolf Pack
How you mix a savage round' with madness, look where I'm at, uh
She pop a pillie, then she pop a wheelie
I got a feeling we bout' to make a milli
Smoke some strong
Think it's gonna heal me
But it brings out the real me
Makes me wanna kill me, pop
She's a hillbilly, never been to the city
Take her to the Marriott, then eat her while she sippin'
Champaign spilling, eyes roll to the ceiling
She call me papi
Guess I'm her familia, yeah
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English
Yeah
Let's go
She pop a pillie, then she pop a wheelie
I got a feeling we bout' to make a milli
Smoke some strong
Think it's gonna heal me
But it brings out the real me
Makes me wanna kill me, pop
She's a hillbilly, never been to the city
Take her to the Marriott, then eat her while she sippin'
Champaign spilling, eyes roll to the ceiling
She call me papi
Guess I'm her familia, yeah
I'm tryna' make it to Rolling Loud
Hear the crowd chant my sound
Roll some loud backstage
Pound for pound, ounce for ounce
Smoking like I'm Weezy
Saw em' snorting like they Jeezy
Damn, Yeezus think he Jesus
Hope Kim K signed a prenup
I got Swatch on my wrist
Never stops, that's legit
I just pop off on a beat, shoot my shot, Scotty Pip
I'm like MJ with the rings
I'm like Posty when I sing
They used to roast me in the halls
Now I toast em' on a beat
I'm a braggadocious motherf*cker
Imma make these rappers suffer, bring competition to the game
That's a must, yeah
They'll be bowing, they'll be flustered
Claiming "In Phoenix We Trust", yeah
Chew the haters, blow a bubble
Pop it, do the Melbourne Shuffle
See it, cop it, that's a dream
Shopping for some iced-out bling
Middle finger to the ones that doubted me, now they'll see
Watch em' cower when I spit
These dick suckers swallow
Imma call out Marco, but the duct tape got em' silent
She pop a pillie, then she pop a wheelie
I got a feeling we bout' to make a milli
Smoke some strong
Think it's gonna heal me
But it brings out the real me
Makes me wanna kill me, pop
She's a hillbilly, never been to the city
Take her to the Marriott, then eat her while she sippin'
Champaign spilling, eyes roll to the ceiling
She call me papi
Guess I'm her familia, yeah
I ain't your daddy, hoe
And plus, I'm glad about it too, shit
You too nasty, hoe
Probably think she sexy
Why you steady acting sassy, hoe?
Better watch your mouth
You come round East, bullshit go south
I be rocking all face
Listen to Mr. West, West, West
I go home, see the family in LA
So I can't really stress, stre, stress
They understand me even after I done left, left, left
Man, I feel it in my chest, chest, chest
In my chest, chest, chest
Boy, I'm blessed, blessed, blessed
These 2 G's set, set, set
God got my back
Know that's a fact
Huddle up all the children, all 7 billion in the Wolf Pack
How you mix a savage round' with madness, look where I'm at, uh
She pop a pillie, then she pop a wheelie
I got a feeling we bout' to make a milli
Smoke some strong
Think it's gonna heal me
But it brings out the real me
Makes me wanna kill me, pop
She's a hillbilly, never been to the city
Take her to the Marriott, then eat her while she sippin'
Champaign spilling, eyes roll to the ceiling
She call me papi
Guess I'm her familia, yeah
Let's go
She pop a pillie, then she pop a wheelie
I got a feeling we bout' to make a milli
Smoke some strong
Think it's gonna heal me
But it brings out the real me
Makes me wanna kill me, pop
She's a hillbilly, never been to the city
Take her to the Marriott, then eat her while she sippin'
Champaign spilling, eyes roll to the ceiling
She call me papi
Guess I'm her familia, yeah
I'm tryna' make it to Rolling Loud
Hear the crowd chant my sound
Roll some loud backstage
Pound for pound, ounce for ounce
Smoking like I'm Weezy
Saw em' snorting like they Jeezy
Damn, Yeezus think he Jesus
Hope Kim K signed a prenup
I got Swatch on my wrist
Never stops, that's legit
I just pop off on a beat, shoot my shot, Scotty Pip
I'm like MJ with the rings
I'm like Posty when I sing
They used to roast me in the halls
Now I toast em' on a beat
I'm a braggadocious motherf*cker
Imma make these rappers suffer, bring competition to the game
That's a must, yeah
They'll be bowing, they'll be flustered
Claiming "In Phoenix We Trust", yeah
Chew the haters, blow a bubble
Pop it, do the Melbourne Shuffle
See it, cop it, that's a dream
Shopping for some iced-out bling
Middle finger to the ones that doubted me, now they'll see
Watch em' cower when I spit
These dick suckers swallow
Imma call out Marco, but the duct tape got em' silent
She pop a pillie, then she pop a wheelie
I got a feeling we bout' to make a milli
Smoke some strong
Think it's gonna heal me
But it brings out the real me
Makes me wanna kill me, pop
She's a hillbilly, never been to the city
Take her to the Marriott, then eat her while she sippin'
Champaign spilling, eyes roll to the ceiling
She call me papi
Guess I'm her familia, yeah
I ain't your daddy, hoe
And plus, I'm glad about it too, shit
You too nasty, hoe
Probably think she sexy
Why you steady acting sassy, hoe?
Better watch your mouth
You come round East, bullshit go south
I be rocking all face
Listen to Mr. West, West, West
I go home, see the family in LA
So I can't really stress, stre, stress
They understand me even after I done left, left, left
Man, I feel it in my chest, chest, chest
In my chest, chest, chest
Boy, I'm blessed, blessed, blessed
These 2 G's set, set, set
God got my back
Know that's a fact
Huddle up all the children, all 7 billion in the Wolf Pack
How you mix a savage round' with madness, look where I'm at, uh
She pop a pillie, then she pop a wheelie
I got a feeling we bout' to make a milli
Smoke some strong
Think it's gonna heal me
But it brings out the real me
Makes me wanna kill me, pop
She's a hillbilly, never been to the city
Take her to the Marriott, then eat her while she sippin'
Champaign spilling, eyes roll to the ceiling
She call me papi
Guess I'm her familia, yeah
Writer: Dashiell Cantor, Paul Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid