Lean all in my cup
Lean all in my gut
Forty for a dub
One on one guess who's goin up
Would you look what I got on
Smell it, smell designer my cologne
Putting that shit on
Put her on
This her favorite song
Anything that they say I ain't do yeah I did it already
If you see me you know it's on ready
If he clicking he turn to spaghetti
When she tell you the truth she be lying the truth is she know that shit getting to heavy
And she putting two hands on the wheel like she riding or dying I'm swerving a Chevy
You know if you leaving they taking your spot
And you tell me you real but you fake and you tell me you love me I get that a lot
And I'm tired
And I think that I hear it too much
They tell me they tell me it's fine
I tell I tell em' I guess that I hear it enough
Real niggas get too tired
Real niggas got to keep up when the fake niggas fouling
Real niggas get to the mountains
If it ain't money related, not making no sound then
Knees like she Megan Thee Stallion
If I'm gon' hop on a horse imma hop on a stallion
Niggas be thinking I'm styling
Niggas be thinking I'm fly and I don't got no stylist
People they call me the goat like I'm baby I know I'm gon' make it I ain't even wilding
Niggas be saying they looking for me and they know where I be but they don't want a problem
Don't want a problem I'm sitting in Prada
You can tell its my favorite designer
You can tell that I'm loving the way that it look on my body I never been prouder
Lean all in my
Lean all in my cup
Lean all in my
Lean all in my cup
Lean all in my cup
Lean all in my cup
Lean all in my cup
Lean all in my gut
Forty for a dub
One on one guess who's goin up
Leaning got em' stuck
Leaning not enough
Feeling like I'm out of school the way that I'm gon' throw it up
Throw up five
Throw six
Throw up seven
Maybe I'm gon' reach the heaven gates
Throw up five more than eight skipping twelve cause you know we ain't having that debate
Give me one reason as to why people sitting down and they really get to hating
Give me one person in this world
And tell me they started off great
Back and I'm Jacking my same old bullshit
I make music for me and my bullshit
Tell me I'm real but I'm telling you bullshit
Guess you guessing I be on my bullshit
And I do T.M.S think I'm telling the truth
I'm upping the stick and I point it at you
Not a loser so how can I lose
Okay enough
Okay uhuh maybe it's not enough
You said you love me baby it don't feel regular
It don't
It don't it don't it don't
It don't feel regular
It don't feel regular you call my line but we ain't friends
It don't feel regular the way I got you in a trans
It don't feel regular the way these diamonds hit my pants