You know
All my life I wanted
(Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimme, yeah)
(Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimme, Gimmie, Gimme)
All my life I wanted
All my life
(Gimmie)
Yeah
(Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimme, Gimme)
Gimmie that
I want that, I want this, I want this
All my life I wanted
Yeah
Look
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
Drink a bottle, need a filter for my kidney, yeah
On the gram, it's my whole life you wanna envy
Don't know what has gotten in me, straight up whiskey to my kidney, yeah
Look - Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
On my throne I am the king of Salt Lake City, yeah
Gimmie models in a Bentley, never any always many make it plenty
Gimmie, Gimmie Gimmie, Gimmie, ya
It's gon' feel real nice like f*ck the price, ya
Cop that shit and won't even look twice, ya
Drinks are on the rocks double ice, ya
My life wasn't chose just rolled the dice, yeah
Look - I like what I like to do
You don't see from my point of view
I give cred where credit is due
But f*ck you cuz you should've knew, BITCH!
Yeah
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
Drink a bottle, need a filter for my kidney, yeah
On the gram it's my whole life you wanna envy
Don't know what has gotten in me
Straight up whiskey to my kidney, yeah
Look - Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
On my throne I am the king of Salt Lake City, yeah
Gimmie models in a Bentley, never any always many make it plenty
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, yeah
So much shit I gotta say
How do I put it in words?
Can't put my mind in a verse
I'd rather put it in a purse
I'm always focused on money
But happiness comes first
Like what you smiling for dog?
You gotta know yourself truly
Used to bein on the floor now I'm up
I just wanna hit the boogie
Used to dance with the devil
Now I'm dancing with a groupie
Now I'm like where the pen and pad?
I used to trip when I was moving
Feel remorse for a lotta battles
Open doors I ain't ever take
Like how you gon see if you got the talent
If you ain't tryna go hit the stage?
But that's just a metaphor actually
What's wit these hoes asking me questions
Like why is you broke?
Why is you stressing?
Why is you paranoid, you got a weapon?
Why is that other dude all in your section
When he got a problem with all of your brethren?
I keep my enemies closer than all of my clothes
I make my moves in the dark
The silence speak louder than words
(Yessir)
This the old news bitch
I been on my shit
I just ain't show you shit
I'm feeling like Gimme this
Wait, KYD, where'd the beat go?
Haha, BITCH!
Haha
BITCH!
BITCH!
Yeah, yunno
Haha
Hahaha