By Me
Yeah pass on that bitch and I'm straight, yeah, niggas ain't talking bout
Dripped up, I ain't talking Wheezy got wave, yeah
Fuck her I ain't having no date, yeah
Lobster, shrimp, steak on my plate, yeah
Fuck these niggas talking bout
Yeah, when talk about me talking greats, yeah
Come around me, not safe yeah
On the pill don't sleep, I just might chill won't geek, ooh
If ya bitch with me, she just might hit her knees, ooh
If the bitch 18, tell the bitch to give ID, ooh
If she live by me, best believe she die by me, ooh
Fuck on a bitch from Japan
I'm holding the world and yo bitch in my hands
On Instagram blew up, these niggas is fans
I came from the dirt, now can sit in the sand
I remember the times I was bitching at momma
I told her said "momma, ya kid is the man"
Now I'm making these deals and I'm talking to labels
If ain't bout a Millie, ain't talking bout bands
I said that I'm dripping, that's water on land
Got it out the pan, I needed a plan
Goyard be the wallet, it came out in France
Got Rick on like Ross, but this is not Friends
You niggas the rapper tryna get a chance
I got me no kids, this a hundred grand
Count 1-2-3, cheese, like it's Sesame Street
Oscar get green, Elmo, pour up the red
I'm wearing all black, not emo
I finish it, yo bitch send emojis
I ball you miss Shaq, miss free throws
All these new niggas had been known me
LV the buckle it's shinning is Damier, yeah
Get paper like test ain't assigning it, yeah
Ain't Trey Songz, but yo bitch I'm diving in, yeah
My heart in this shit, think I'm finding yeah, yeah
I just get more paid
I just lost my dog, y'all ain't felt no pain
She get mad I don't call, but text go both ways
Just like her when she with friends, you wouldn't even understand, aye
Yeah pass on that bitch and I'm straight, yeah, niggas ain't talking bout
Dripped up, I ain't talking Wheezy got wave, yeah
Fuck her I ain't having no date, yeah
Lobster, shrimp, steak on my plate, yeah
Fuck these niggas talking bout
Yeah, when talk about me talking greats, yeah
Come around me, not safe yeah
On the pill don't sleep, I just might chill won't geek, ooh
If ya bitch with me, she just might hit her knees, ooh
If the bitch 18, tell the bitch to give ID, ooh
If she live by me, best believe she die by me, ooh
Dripped up, I ain't talking Wheezy got wave, yeah
Fuck her I ain't having no date, yeah
Lobster, shrimp, steak on my plate, yeah
Fuck these niggas talking bout
Yeah, when talk about me talking greats, yeah
Come around me, not safe yeah
On the pill don't sleep, I just might chill won't geek, ooh
If ya bitch with me, she just might hit her knees, ooh
If the bitch 18, tell the bitch to give ID, ooh
If she live by me, best believe she die by me, ooh
Fuck on a bitch from Japan
I'm holding the world and yo bitch in my hands
On Instagram blew up, these niggas is fans
I came from the dirt, now can sit in the sand
I remember the times I was bitching at momma
I told her said "momma, ya kid is the man"
Now I'm making these deals and I'm talking to labels
If ain't bout a Millie, ain't talking bout bands
I said that I'm dripping, that's water on land
Got it out the pan, I needed a plan
Goyard be the wallet, it came out in France
Got Rick on like Ross, but this is not Friends
You niggas the rapper tryna get a chance
I got me no kids, this a hundred grand
Count 1-2-3, cheese, like it's Sesame Street
Oscar get green, Elmo, pour up the red
I'm wearing all black, not emo
I finish it, yo bitch send emojis
I ball you miss Shaq, miss free throws
All these new niggas had been known me
LV the buckle it's shinning is Damier, yeah
Get paper like test ain't assigning it, yeah
Ain't Trey Songz, but yo bitch I'm diving in, yeah
My heart in this shit, think I'm finding yeah, yeah
I just get more paid
I just lost my dog, y'all ain't felt no pain
She get mad I don't call, but text go both ways
Just like her when she with friends, you wouldn't even understand, aye
Yeah pass on that bitch and I'm straight, yeah, niggas ain't talking bout
Dripped up, I ain't talking Wheezy got wave, yeah
Fuck her I ain't having no date, yeah
Lobster, shrimp, steak on my plate, yeah
Fuck these niggas talking bout
Yeah, when talk about me talking greats, yeah
Come around me, not safe yeah
On the pill don't sleep, I just might chill won't geek, ooh
If ya bitch with me, she just might hit her knees, ooh
If the bitch 18, tell the bitch to give ID, ooh
If she live by me, best believe she die by me, ooh
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Writer(s): Isaiah Edwards
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