2020

It's 2020, stay in your bag
It's 2020, stay in your bag
Get in your bag, what you waitin' for?
No one gon' stop you
Nobody

The less that I talk about
I'm wanted, this - made me nut from one stroke (cap)
It's hard to be rich and then play broke
Baby give me bikini, a bottle
With fries and a Sprite and a side of some deep throat
Oh my oh my, she fleek, one of a kind, her make up beat
If you gotta choose between me and someone else
Pick them, I'll leave (bye)

'Cause it's 2020 (it's 2020)
I ain't with the bull (no)
I ain't with the fucking money
I got shooters with me, move with caution
You had a chance with me, too bad you lost it
And I don't need no friendship, no I won't force it

And I'm with them ooda, ooru's
Gotta boo, gotta bow
And I don't wanna pull out
At the same time I don't want a child
'Cause you know how these - be, they ain't playin' fair
And they playin' real foul
And I don't got no tolerance, sugarcoat it
Bitch you better pipe down (you better pipe down)

Before I run in your -
I cop a fit and go take me a flick
And in my zone you ain't stoppin' it
There's never no action just straight politics
And I was just hoping to fool the stick
They peaked on somethin' when they tag me - (they ain't dead)
Watch how I pull up with a pole tuck, you son of a -

And I'm really on top now, you, you know
And I really be sliding, I ain't giving the media no show
This bad little - threw the line in
This dumb - he done fell for a little - (he fell for-)
They can't believe it, I'm achieving all, all, all my goals

And I'm with them ooda, ooru's
Gotta boo-, gotta bow
And I don't wanna pull out
At the same time I don't want a child
'Cause you know how these - be, they ain't playin' fair
And they playin' real foul
And I don't got no tolerance, sugarcoat it
B- you better pipe down (sugarcoat)

And I'm catchin' mad attention
I'm so hot that my name always trending
I could get in my bag, I be chilling
Barely speak what I'm thinkin', they be stealing
Pretty -, call her bad to the bone
Holla, looks doin' right, while she wrong
She need her a real - who gon' run down
Don't need bro to put 'em on
And that's a fact

I got them hitter-hitters on your back
I'm with the gang, rolling in the pack
And I put my feelings all up into sacks
And I put my feelings all up into traps
And I'm with the squad, say what you want
My brothers gon' ride, they're right or wrong
My fashion aggressive while I'm calm
While I'm calm

Y'all know when I'm comin'
Smoove'L the big four