NO HOOK

I'm too professional
None of my niggas is letting up
I just hope that you niggas is ready, bruh
What you niggas gon' do when the fetty come?
I'm surrounded by bitches that's bad as fuck
If you're rich, nigga, then put your Patek up
You is goofy so please don't embarrass us

We just hop in the Benz in the fast lane, pristine, huh
I'm ten, pristine, huh
Rollie on me, I could freeze, huh
I bet you niggas mad, could never be us
I had to go get a Rollie instead of a
Whip, I just said it's a must, must
I flew your shorty out yesterday
She wilding with me 'cause I make her buss, buss

I'm gon' duck the police, I won't talk while I'm in the cuffs, huh
None of these niggas can fuck with me
I am two up, we untouched, uh (pssht), uh
That's why I had to go get me a brrrt, brrrt
Niggas pull up with the mm-hmm
I make your shorty go mm-mm, yeah, huh

I have a fever from that race
I had to ease up on that pace
We get too hot and we burn up the place
I made thousands off them grams, but thank God ain't no more scams
We too goated, y'all some lames
Y'all get voted off your land

But I gotta get it now
'Cause these niggas be plotting and telling now
I knew you was a bitch, you should let it out
And my shorty a goddess, she dwelling now, hmm
I had to get all my paper myself, I ain't ask for no help
But the niggas around me was acting
So different, like they had some stealth
I had to go get some Benjamin's, these niggas acted like kids
Niggas think I'll stop at a million, nigga, I need about ten



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Writer(s): Justin Kirkpatrick
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