I love y'all
You ain't gon' feel it, my boy
I'ma let you know, get to your money
Yo, I got this
Yo, you can lose money to your limit, yo
You're another little woman chasing money
Quit playing the f*ck out of crazy
Bitch, I don't f*ck with these rap niggas
I don't just rap, I wrap niggas
Y'all niggas cap, I'm fact-spitting
I'm turnt up, my trap bigger
Stack that bread, they ass-kissin
His phone slow, We trap different
I throw bows like Shaq with me
I want that neck I ain't cat-lickin
Run up these racks like Badminton
I be obsessed with these bad bitches
Babe, why you getting so mad at me
I bet I get me ah last laugh
Remember them niggas would laugh at me
Swiping my card for the cash back
Go to the bank and I'm cash-grabbin
Bitch, I ain't taking no asvab
Sign to the state like a crash dummy
I started taking the fast route
When I get old, gotta have some
I'ma put on for the have-nots
Used to hit plays with a half-onion
I gotta switch up the stash, but
I gotta make sure that cash comin
I'ma go buy me a glass pint
I bet we eat like the last supper
Boy, I get hot like the Fahrenheit
You used to be in the class study
Missing Lil T, I wear it out
Cuffing these freaks in your bag fumbling
I can't be giving my whereabouts
I treat the beat like a class subject
My life a movie by Paramount
I stomp in the pedal to Jag Rumbling