Ayy, uh
I just wanna give a shout out to, uh
Literally f*ckin' nobody
Uh, f*ck y'all
Say you smokin' on that good, but is you smokin' on gelato
I like cookies too, but I like
Wait, what was I gonna say
I don't know, f*ck if I know
Say you smokin' on that good, but is you smokin' on gelato
I been lookin' like I'm up, like I hit the f*ckin' lotto
I'm gon' pass on all them pills, but you can pass that little bottle
I just gave my money milk, now my digits gettin' taller (What the f*ck)
Yeah, that game, you know I study like a scholar
I been flippin' through the books, but baby, I ain't gettin' smarter
I'm just lookin' at the paper, gotta envision your dreams
And I never wait to ask, I tell em' what the f*ck I need
And you know I need that green, that can mean two different things
But I need both of them, go ahead and write my check, I need that cheese
Got her beggin' for this money, got her on her f*ckin' knees
But remember what I said, that could mean two different things
And you gon' pay me for that feat
F*ck bout what you heard, lil' boy, yeah, I don't rap for free
And my invoice for an hour, like a 20,000 fee
And if I'm hoppin' on your song, you know I pick the f*ckin' beat
Ayy, and I can show you two Gs, just look at my jeans
I just rock a two-piece, got to be unique
Yeah, you know I'm movin', you can hit me when you need
I ain't talkin' bout no houses, just tap in there ain't a fee
How you had a drum mag, but I'm still on my feet
How you had that .223, but I'm still here to breathe
That's cause you a pussy, yeah you never f*ckin' squeeze
When you saw me out in public, could've shot, but you just cheesed
You's a bitch, you's a bitch
Had your gat, but didn't f*ckin' shoot
You's a bitch, you's a f*ckin' bitch