CAVIAR
You lose your pops, it ain't my fault, 'cause, bitch, we went for you
Ayy, uh, you lose your pops, it ain't my fault, ayy
I'm not the same as niggas, something 'bout how I think and move
He try his luck, I'm already knowing he ain't think it through
We double back and flood his spot like it's the thing to do
You lose your pops, it ain't my fault, bitch, we went for you
Am I fuckin' with you like I paid for that?
I'm the shogun, you could kiss me where my Asics at
Disturb the peace, they probably put you in your grave for that
I'm more like tax you, fan it out and put your face in that, bitch (Oh-oh)
I'm not on the way, I'm at the top, I got a vision
Y'all gon' fry or fade, lead or left behind niggas
Put you in your place, take two at a time, nigga
I'm gon' make it rain, yeah, lil' bitch, I'm on a mission
My pocket gaining weight, in the triple-double digits
Say my name in vain, catch you slipping, they gon' miss you
Ain't no talk it out, got buck fifties for your issue, issue
Sick mind, she a nympho type (My type)
Tip-toeing right across my mind (My mind)
Your bitch cool, but she not like mine (No, no)
Yeah, she not like mine (No, no), she a one of a kind, yeah
Sick mind, she a nympho type (My type)
Tip-toeing right across my mind (My mind)
Your bitch cool, but she not like mine (No, no)
Yeah, she not like mine (No, no), she a one of a kind, yeah
I-I-I don't got time for a peak-at-seventeen-ass nigga
I'm tryna get my green bags bigger, ayy
I ain't Peter Pan, but I'm fly and the kids fuck with me
They know I been a scheme ass nigga
It's a thousand ways to die, but today niggas chose to push the limit
I pray they learn to love or keep a distance
If I'ma get the bands, then the whole fam switchin' to the lemon
Reclining on some get it how you living, ayy
Sick mind, she a nympho type (My type)
Tip-toeing right across my mind (My mind)
Your bitch cool, but she not like mine (No, no)
Yeah, she not like mine (No, no), she a one of a kind, yeah
Sick mind, she a nympho type (My type)
Tip-toeing right across my mind (My mind)
Your bitch cool, but she not like mine (No, no)
Yeah, she not like mine (No, no), she a one of a kind, yeah
Ayy, uh, you lose your pops, it ain't my fault, ayy
I'm not the same as niggas, something 'bout how I think and move
He try his luck, I'm already knowing he ain't think it through
We double back and flood his spot like it's the thing to do
You lose your pops, it ain't my fault, bitch, we went for you
Am I fuckin' with you like I paid for that?
I'm the shogun, you could kiss me where my Asics at
Disturb the peace, they probably put you in your grave for that
I'm more like tax you, fan it out and put your face in that, bitch (Oh-oh)
I'm not on the way, I'm at the top, I got a vision
Y'all gon' fry or fade, lead or left behind niggas
Put you in your place, take two at a time, nigga
I'm gon' make it rain, yeah, lil' bitch, I'm on a mission
My pocket gaining weight, in the triple-double digits
Say my name in vain, catch you slipping, they gon' miss you
Ain't no talk it out, got buck fifties for your issue, issue
Sick mind, she a nympho type (My type)
Tip-toeing right across my mind (My mind)
Your bitch cool, but she not like mine (No, no)
Yeah, she not like mine (No, no), she a one of a kind, yeah
Sick mind, she a nympho type (My type)
Tip-toeing right across my mind (My mind)
Your bitch cool, but she not like mine (No, no)
Yeah, she not like mine (No, no), she a one of a kind, yeah
I-I-I don't got time for a peak-at-seventeen-ass nigga
I'm tryna get my green bags bigger, ayy
I ain't Peter Pan, but I'm fly and the kids fuck with me
They know I been a scheme ass nigga
It's a thousand ways to die, but today niggas chose to push the limit
I pray they learn to love or keep a distance
If I'ma get the bands, then the whole fam switchin' to the lemon
Reclining on some get it how you living, ayy
Sick mind, she a nympho type (My type)
Tip-toeing right across my mind (My mind)
Your bitch cool, but she not like mine (No, no)
Yeah, she not like mine (No, no), she a one of a kind, yeah
Sick mind, she a nympho type (My type)
Tip-toeing right across my mind (My mind)
Your bitch cool, but she not like mine (No, no)
Yeah, she not like mine (No, no), she a one of a kind, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Maurice Austin, Gideon Abate Endalkachew
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