8 hundred dollar hoodies, but we spend more on the blicks
He a silly rabbit, got your main bitch doin' tricks
I been out the way, I ain't really too much in the mix
Ain't talkin' BBLs, out the blue, my pockets, they got thick
Them niggas hatin' with no motion, MIA been stayin' focused
Call me Barack Obama when I'm in my hood, feel like the POTUS
Lil' bitch, thought she was movin' up, she got demoted
I was down bad until I hit the top, I guess I floated
Me and wave we been smokin' on the zips of lemon cherry
Why the f*ck them niggas never touch no pape? I think they scared
My last bitch said she was f*ckin' with her ex, you think I cared
Stupid bitch, I always put the money first, made that apparent
I need a Nike deal, the way I keep the blick, I'm quick to air it
Givin' out no sauce, these niggas like to copy like a parrot
We got Call of Duty guns, don't make me pull up like a terrorist
Why the f*ck you think I put you before my pape must be delirious
Ain't tryna chill it's double Gs when I kick it
Acrobatic, every time I get the bag, I'm bout to flip it
It's like I'm doin' traffic stops, I'm out here tryna get a ticket
Low top, Travis Scotts, but I'm the highest in the building
You got a nigga, that don't matter, I ain't too much for the chatter
The way I came up, niggas would've thought I had a ladder
Boy we eatin' All my niggas, they got platters
Feel like Shaq, treat a bitch heart, like a backboard it then got shattered
I been with the fam, this shit coming full circle
Brody sipping lines of the Queen Latifah, color purple
Niggas still buyin' green, we ain't sippin' on no turtle
Wait, did I do that? The way I hit your bitch, I feel like Urkel
We ain't finna play boy, my niggas take you out them cartis
So confused, she ain't never seen the keys, but it's started
I'm too cold, I just spent like 1500 on a parka
That nigga finished like some used Air Ones, we gon' park him
Boy, don't make us turn you to a target
I been smokin' on that gas, kinda smellin' like I farted
I'm with a bougie bitch, she want me to take her out to partridge
I keep a 30 clip, boy, don't make me shoot another cartridge
I'm way ahead, they see the margin, I get higher than a Martian
Why you pullin' up if you ain't tryna f*ck, made her depart quick
Niggas ain't really got it, every time I see them, wanna bargain
I been out the way, but I stay with a shooter, Chandler Parsons
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8 hundred dollar hoodies, but we spend more on the blicks
He a silly rabbit, got your main bitch doin' tricks
I been out the way, I ain't really too much in the mix
Ain't talkin' BBLs, out the blue, my pockets, they got thick
Them niggas hatin' with no motion, MIA been stayin' focused
Call me Barack Obama when I'm in my hood, feel like the POTUS
Lil' bitch, thought she was movin' up, she got demoted
I was down bad until I hit the top, I guess I floated
Me and wave we been smokin' on the zips of lemon cherry
Why the f*ck them niggas never touch no pape? I think they scared
My last bitch said she was f*ckin' with her ex, you think I cared
Stupid bitch, I always put the money first, made that apparent
I need a Nike deal, the way I keep the blick, I'm quick to air it
Givin' out no sauce, these niggas like to copy like a parrot
We got Call of Duty guns, don't make me pull up like a terrorist
Why the f*ck you think I put you before my pape must be delirious
Ain't tryna chill it's double Gs when I kick it
Acrobatic, every time I get the bag, I'm bout to flip it
It's like I'm doin' traffic stops, I'm out here tryna get a ticket
Low top, Travis Scotts, but I'm the highest in the building
You got a nigga, that don't matter, I ain't too much for the chatter
The way I came up, niggas would've thought I had a ladder
Boy we eatin' All my niggas, they got platters
Feel like Shaq, treat a bitch heart, like a backboard it then got shattered
I been with the fam, this shit coming full circle
Brody sipping lines of the Queen Latifah, color purple
Niggas still buyin' green, we ain't sippin' on no turtle
Wait, did I do that? The way I hit your bitch, I feel like Urkel
We ain't finna play boy, my niggas take you out them cartis
So confused, she ain't never seen the keys, but it's started
I'm too cold, I just spent like 1500 on a parka
That nigga finished like some used Air Ones, we gon' park him
Boy, don't make us turn you to a target
I been smokin' on that gas, kinda smellin' like I farted
I'm with a bougie bitch, she want me to take her out to partridge
I keep a 30 clip, boy, don't make me shoot another cartridge
I'm way ahead, they see the margin, I get higher than a Martian
Why you pullin' up if you ain't tryna f*ck, made her depart quick
Niggas ain't really got it, every time I see them, wanna bargain
I been out the way, but I stay with a shooter, Chandler Parsons
He a silly rabbit, got your main bitch doin' tricks
I been out the way, I ain't really too much in the mix
Ain't talkin' BBLs, out the blue, my pockets, they got thick
Them niggas hatin' with no motion, MIA been stayin' focused
Call me Barack Obama when I'm in my hood, feel like the POTUS
Lil' bitch, thought she was movin' up, she got demoted
I was down bad until I hit the top, I guess I floated
Me and wave we been smokin' on the zips of lemon cherry
Why the f*ck them niggas never touch no pape? I think they scared
My last bitch said she was f*ckin' with her ex, you think I cared
Stupid bitch, I always put the money first, made that apparent
I need a Nike deal, the way I keep the blick, I'm quick to air it
Givin' out no sauce, these niggas like to copy like a parrot
We got Call of Duty guns, don't make me pull up like a terrorist
Why the f*ck you think I put you before my pape must be delirious
Ain't tryna chill it's double Gs when I kick it
Acrobatic, every time I get the bag, I'm bout to flip it
It's like I'm doin' traffic stops, I'm out here tryna get a ticket
Low top, Travis Scotts, but I'm the highest in the building
You got a nigga, that don't matter, I ain't too much for the chatter
The way I came up, niggas would've thought I had a ladder
Boy we eatin' All my niggas, they got platters
Feel like Shaq, treat a bitch heart, like a backboard it then got shattered
I been with the fam, this shit coming full circle
Brody sipping lines of the Queen Latifah, color purple
Niggas still buyin' green, we ain't sippin' on no turtle
Wait, did I do that? The way I hit your bitch, I feel like Urkel
We ain't finna play boy, my niggas take you out them cartis
So confused, she ain't never seen the keys, but it's started
I'm too cold, I just spent like 1500 on a parka
That nigga finished like some used Air Ones, we gon' park him
Boy, don't make us turn you to a target
I been smokin' on that gas, kinda smellin' like I farted
I'm with a bougie bitch, she want me to take her out to partridge
I keep a 30 clip, boy, don't make me shoot another cartridge
I'm way ahead, they see the margin, I get higher than a Martian
Why you pullin' up if you ain't tryna f*ck, made her depart quick
Niggas ain't really got it, every time I see them, wanna bargain
I been out the way, but I stay with a shooter, Chandler Parsons
Writer: Aric woods
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