Cousins
Woah
Yall know what the fuck popping man
You hear me
You know what I mean
I done got rich
Now everybody say we cousins
They seen a bitch with me
And now her Instagram be buzzing
They say I'm showin off
Got these racks on me its nothing
I can't help but keep it on me
Cuz you know I keep it coming
Keep some fine shit wit me
In da passenger lowkey
40 Glock stay on my hip
In case some niggas after me
Ain't no nigga fuckin with me
Can't no nigga dare compete
I'ma stack this paper up
I think my net worth just increased
Talking to these racks
I been acting I stiff
Applying pressure to these niggas
Now they fallin off a cliff
If you want smoke prepare for war
Cuz I'm gone die about dis pendant
Cant play me out my position
Niggas can't touch me social distance
My fingers, Been itching
Yo bitch, Went missing
I found her now you dissing
Cuz da shit you rap I'm living
Paid 5 for a weekend
In da mall in some other state
Going up I'm vibing backstage
With some heavyweights
I'm in Turks and Caikos
With a bitch look like JLO
Bitch I'm from da block
But I got ties back out in clayco
In Downtown Atlanta
Been avoiding traffic
Finna go buss down a plate
Go eat some wings while I'm in magic
I done got rich
Now everybody say we cousins
They seen a bitch with me
Now her Instagram be buzzing
They say I'm showing off
Got these racks on me it's Nothing
I can't help but keep it on me
Cuz you know I keep it coming
Keep some fine shit with me
In the passenger lowkey
40 Glock stay on my hip
In case some niggas after me
Ain't no nigga fucking with me
Can't no nigga dare compete
I'ma stack this paper up
I think my net worth just increased
Hit da gas ima put it in sport
Check da tag its expensive Dior
I got thigh pads but stopped playin sports
She been at my neck
Now I'm fucking your whore
When I drop they feeling the force
I put that shit on
It's in layers of course
I'm never tucking my chains out in public
Yeah I got it on me
Somewhere in my shorts
I'm on a whole level, yeah
I'm wit yo hoe fina wrestle, yah
We da ones causing da havoc
Spin da block like Tasmanian devil
Bitch ima dog but ima roar
Walk in dis bitch in all Christian Dior
I'm at da top
You can't get on this floor
It's gone cost a lil extra go on a tour
They say it's my turn like lil baby
Might go and just Buss down me a lil
Self chain for a little 80
East Atlanta Santa
I got bags of dat zaza
Watch how you approach
I'm always walkin with them shottas
Yall know what the fuck popping man
You hear me
You know what I mean
I done got rich
Now everybody say we cousins
They seen a bitch with me
And now her Instagram be buzzing
They say I'm showin off
Got these racks on me its nothing
I can't help but keep it on me
Cuz you know I keep it coming
Keep some fine shit wit me
In da passenger lowkey
40 Glock stay on my hip
In case some niggas after me
Ain't no nigga fuckin with me
Can't no nigga dare compete
I'ma stack this paper up
I think my net worth just increased
Talking to these racks
I been acting I stiff
Applying pressure to these niggas
Now they fallin off a cliff
If you want smoke prepare for war
Cuz I'm gone die about dis pendant
Cant play me out my position
Niggas can't touch me social distance
My fingers, Been itching
Yo bitch, Went missing
I found her now you dissing
Cuz da shit you rap I'm living
Paid 5 for a weekend
In da mall in some other state
Going up I'm vibing backstage
With some heavyweights
I'm in Turks and Caikos
With a bitch look like JLO
Bitch I'm from da block
But I got ties back out in clayco
In Downtown Atlanta
Been avoiding traffic
Finna go buss down a plate
Go eat some wings while I'm in magic
I done got rich
Now everybody say we cousins
They seen a bitch with me
Now her Instagram be buzzing
They say I'm showing off
Got these racks on me it's Nothing
I can't help but keep it on me
Cuz you know I keep it coming
Keep some fine shit with me
In the passenger lowkey
40 Glock stay on my hip
In case some niggas after me
Ain't no nigga fucking with me
Can't no nigga dare compete
I'ma stack this paper up
I think my net worth just increased
Hit da gas ima put it in sport
Check da tag its expensive Dior
I got thigh pads but stopped playin sports
She been at my neck
Now I'm fucking your whore
When I drop they feeling the force
I put that shit on
It's in layers of course
I'm never tucking my chains out in public
Yeah I got it on me
Somewhere in my shorts
I'm on a whole level, yeah
I'm wit yo hoe fina wrestle, yah
We da ones causing da havoc
Spin da block like Tasmanian devil
Bitch ima dog but ima roar
Walk in dis bitch in all Christian Dior
I'm at da top
You can't get on this floor
It's gone cost a lil extra go on a tour
They say it's my turn like lil baby
Might go and just Buss down me a lil
Self chain for a little 80
East Atlanta Santa
I got bags of dat zaza
Watch how you approach
I'm always walkin with them shottas
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Writer(s): Nigel Usher
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