Saiah Woes - U still the lil homie Lyrics

I get geeked by myself, I'll serve it with no scale
I can whip it with no L's, I can show you how to ball on em
Benz with no traction, aint gone stall on me
Niggas cappin' bout they past, you still the lil homie
Aye Goyard on my baggage, where the f*ck my package at
I can't even see these niggas, where the f*ck my glasses at
Rick Owen coat, I got my strap in that
They like, Woes where you been, where your ass was at
My bitch too attached to me, I go to the trap, it's a tragedy
F*ck I need a 9 to 5? I'll just rap on a beat
I'm in the mafia now, you can't even sit with me
Niggas wanna copy my style since I went industry
I gotta get over myself, I remember them times I ain't had no help
Remember them times I couldn't call on niggas, I had to get it myself
These days I like to ball on niggas bitch, I feel like Steph
I never fold under pressure, nigga, watch me use my left
Triple doubles in the trap spot, this bitch a fein want crack rocks
I know how to use this laptop, I need cold cash, f*ck a damn stock
I'm in the matrix, all these niggas bots
I'm on the dark web, all these black cards get swiped a lot
Last thing is first mix the Prometh with the Percocet
Woes in that vert, okay, I see you got your check
Aye baby, keep your legs closed, I'm comin' for that neck
Exotic got me slowed down man, I'm doin' my best to keep up
I get geeked by myself, I'll serve it with no scale
I can whip it with no L's, I can show you how to ball on em
Benz with no traction, aint gone stall on me
Niggas cappin' bout they past, you still the lil homie