On Yet

How the hell these niggas out here biting the style
And I ain't even on yet
Got my weight up I'm fucking with Boflex
My niggas verified we got the blue checks
I ain't talking Instagram nigga
Why the hell y'all boys flex for the gram
The niggas I roll with don't give a damn
You little weight tell that boy to scram

2020 all these niggas out here pocket watching
Tell that boy to stop it
Rather see me get it then go cop it
Rather see me wear it then you go rock it
These niggas weirdos and I mean that
They acting like hoes they want you to spend racks
Grown ass men out here just hating in a group chat
Who the fuck do that
I'm in a Honda I don't whip a hellcat
Still do the dash mutha fucker don't look back
Good gas whole lot of racks in the back seat
Your bitch on the phone telling you she was just sleep
Why the fuck you wanna test me
You know that I do this shit different
I don't even got to mention that nigga
Ima tell his bitch go and set him up

How the hell these niggas out here biting the style and I ain't even on yet
Macho man when I flex
Too many people telling me I'm up next
Your bitch asking can you play NiZiO next
Fuck with the gang turn my back on the rest
These niggas out here got secret animosity boy say it with ya chest
I'm watching these niggas turn into snitches
I'm watching these niggas distort the image
They praising a life that they not living
So if they stuck in a jam know they folding in it
If bro tell me go then I'm going with it
We not the same and I see the difference
You niggas was faking just to prove existence
NiZiO was on a mission

How the hell these niggas out here biting the style and I ain't even on yet
I need a mill before I sign the deal
Eating good want the big meals
Hundreds we only want big bills
Shit, we gon flip off the small ones
Brody finessing he stalling
If it's a problem just call me



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Writer(s): Te'vaughn Evans
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