Business
I'm getting this bread breaking it up just like a biscuit
I'm getting everything that I wanted just like a wishlist
I'm getting everything that I wanted just like it's Christmas
If this is the case Ima suit everything like it's business
Retracing my steps tryna see just how I finish
I'm sending a text Ima talk to you when I'm finished
Give me a break
I'm raising the stakes
Foot on the gas ain't touching the brakes
I'm smoking this gas just tryna escape
I'm running in place
You stuck in a maze
I'm always first place
You could see it in my face
I'm wearing that camo not Bape
(My water is fresh like a lake)
My line up is straight like a tape
(My record is clean like a slate)
I'm getting this money no Chase
My ex wanna go on a date
I'm smoking this gas to my face
I'm staying away from the fakes (Fakes)
Past catching up to me I'm playing running back
I just want a SRT and I ain't looking back
I just got the recipe I'm cooking up a snack
You could feel my energy I'm coming through with racks
She think that I'm famous
I think that she nameless
Out of space Uranus
I think that she tameless
She think that she made me
I'm gon' make em hate me
Cooking up an eight piece
I been staying lowkey
I'm getting everything that I wanted just like a wishlist
I'm getting everything that I wanted just like it's Christmas
If this is the case Ima suit everything like it's business
Retracing my steps tryna see just how I finish
I'm sending a text Ima talk to you when I'm finished
Give me a break
I'm raising the stakes
Foot on the gas ain't touching the brakes
I'm smoking this gas just tryna escape
I'm running in place
You stuck in a maze
I'm always first place
You could see it in my face
I'm wearing that camo not Bape
(My water is fresh like a lake)
My line up is straight like a tape
(My record is clean like a slate)
I'm getting this money no Chase
My ex wanna go on a date
I'm smoking this gas to my face
I'm staying away from the fakes (Fakes)
Past catching up to me I'm playing running back
I just want a SRT and I ain't looking back
I just got the recipe I'm cooking up a snack
You could feel my energy I'm coming through with racks
She think that I'm famous
I think that she nameless
Out of space Uranus
I think that she tameless
She think that she made me
I'm gon' make em hate me
Cooking up an eight piece
I been staying lowkey
Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Mitial
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