Got it back poppin' with twin, not down for the count when you come for the win, okay
Lil' bitch, I did it again, like Lil Uzi Vert, I'ma spin him again, okay
When I was just countin' to ten, I plotted a way to touch a dividend
Red chocolate diamonds, necklace, M&Ms, Im so out of space, you can't even reach the pen
Uh, so much crimson on my body, niggas gon' think I'm Nick Saban
Dreaded the haters just like I was Haitian, I was just waitin' my turn, it took patience
Doin' the math, so I'm duckin' the matrix, who the f*ck said that I wasn't gon' make it
Trapped in the booth yeah that's how I live lately, really, just me and my cash and my lady
I'm readin' the field like I'm playin' Tom Brady, the hardest nigga out Atlanta, wasn't out the Grady
My jacket get on like Slim shady, but still keep a hint of suave like I'm so Swayze
Uh, ayy, uh, I ain't even trippin' as long as the dumb nigga pay me
Uh, ayy, better not come outside, nigga, if you think you played me
Back in the game like it's halftime, countin' up shit like its math time
She want it all, but she not mine, nigga check the phone for the damn time
Like a 40-yard dash at the combine, ayy, mixing shit up like it's lemon lime
Ayy, number one pick, my damn prime, Nan nigga gon' check on my prime
Been getting calls every day for the past many months, man, a nigga had to buy a new line
That nigga junky as hell, yeah, he late on the bills, but he still tryna buy a new line
Federal niggas be watchin' me stalkin' me tryna go look at my pictures online
I can't even give her the word, cause that shit big as hell and honestly, I don't got the time
It's like a myth when a young nigga rhyme, trackhawk big, watch how I slide
Real big wheels, watch how I ride, I'm too clean, cleaner than tide, huh, yeah
She link her fingers together, she tied
I ain't been gettin' no sleep, lil' nigga, I'm tired
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Got it back poppin' with twin, not down for the count when you come for the win, okay
Lil' bitch, I did it again, like Lil Uzi Vert, I'ma spin him again, okay
When I was just countin' to ten, I plotted a way to touch a dividend
Red chocolate diamonds, necklace, M&Ms, Im so out of space, you can't even reach the pen
Uh, so much crimson on my body, niggas gon' think I'm Nick Saban
Dreaded the haters just like I was Haitian, I was just waitin' my turn, it took patience
Doin' the math, so I'm duckin' the matrix, who the f*ck said that I wasn't gon' make it
Trapped in the booth yeah that's how I live lately, really, just me and my cash and my lady
I'm readin' the field like I'm playin' Tom Brady, the hardest nigga out Atlanta, wasn't out the Grady
My jacket get on like Slim shady, but still keep a hint of suave like I'm so Swayze
Uh, ayy, uh, I ain't even trippin' as long as the dumb nigga pay me
Uh, ayy, better not come outside, nigga, if you think you played me
Back in the game like it's halftime, countin' up shit like its math time
She want it all, but she not mine, nigga check the phone for the damn time
Like a 40-yard dash at the combine, ayy, mixing shit up like it's lemon lime
Ayy, number one pick, my damn prime, Nan nigga gon' check on my prime
Been getting calls every day for the past many months, man, a nigga had to buy a new line
That nigga junky as hell, yeah, he late on the bills, but he still tryna buy a new line
Federal niggas be watchin' me stalkin' me tryna go look at my pictures online
I can't even give her the word, cause that shit big as hell and honestly, I don't got the time
It's like a myth when a young nigga rhyme, trackhawk big, watch how I slide
Real big wheels, watch how I ride, I'm too clean, cleaner than tide, huh, yeah
She link her fingers together, she tied
I ain't been gettin' no sleep, lil' nigga, I'm tired
Lil' bitch, I did it again, like Lil Uzi Vert, I'ma spin him again, okay
When I was just countin' to ten, I plotted a way to touch a dividend
Red chocolate diamonds, necklace, M&Ms, Im so out of space, you can't even reach the pen
Uh, so much crimson on my body, niggas gon' think I'm Nick Saban
Dreaded the haters just like I was Haitian, I was just waitin' my turn, it took patience
Doin' the math, so I'm duckin' the matrix, who the f*ck said that I wasn't gon' make it
Trapped in the booth yeah that's how I live lately, really, just me and my cash and my lady
I'm readin' the field like I'm playin' Tom Brady, the hardest nigga out Atlanta, wasn't out the Grady
My jacket get on like Slim shady, but still keep a hint of suave like I'm so Swayze
Uh, ayy, uh, I ain't even trippin' as long as the dumb nigga pay me
Uh, ayy, better not come outside, nigga, if you think you played me
Back in the game like it's halftime, countin' up shit like its math time
She want it all, but she not mine, nigga check the phone for the damn time
Like a 40-yard dash at the combine, ayy, mixing shit up like it's lemon lime
Ayy, number one pick, my damn prime, Nan nigga gon' check on my prime
Been getting calls every day for the past many months, man, a nigga had to buy a new line
That nigga junky as hell, yeah, he late on the bills, but he still tryna buy a new line
Federal niggas be watchin' me stalkin' me tryna go look at my pictures online
I can't even give her the word, cause that shit big as hell and honestly, I don't got the time
It's like a myth when a young nigga rhyme, trackhawk big, watch how I slide
Real big wheels, watch how I ride, I'm too clean, cleaner than tide, huh, yeah
She link her fingers together, she tied
I ain't been gettin' no sleep, lil' nigga, I'm tired
Writer: Elijah Burke
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