Gave It (feat. Big Homiie G)
ZQ, you need yo' ass wooped for dope
Took the lamb to the hood (skrrt)
VVS hit through the tent
Got her a jacket one of one, see this again I'm blocking Trent
Bet I can turn a AK to a Draco, that's a sought off stick
You gone be ready to kill or get some money when you bump my shit
8-figure, Memphis nigga, toxic, bad bitch getter
You part of a staff, I'm the boss so my pay bigger nigga
Birkin bags for my bae, got my old hoe bitter
When it come to this I'm raw I don't know how to use a filter
Free them boys, ain't say a word fuck the system
I supply the drink told big homie bring the utensils (the key)
Lined her up, then drilled her then I passed her to fav' whistle (here)
Had to pick and roll bitches get bold after you dick 'em (toxic)
Ain't no nigga fucking with me that's something you must understand
Chrome heart like I had a transplant with Hermès
Choppa hold a hunnid bands, make you hit that cha-cha dance
He must be the man fans, tryna eat it through his pants
They gave the wrong nigga some money, І dоn't knоw hоw tо bеhаvе
Nothing but truffles in this paper, I ain't burning no sage
Coordinating, wore this watch 'cause it go with my Jays
Certified trendsetter, I give what's supposed to be gave
Niggas really having me fucked up out here (I gave it)
One of my features, show price lil' dude (I gave it)
Write this shit down, take notes, stay in school (I gave it)
Nine times outta ten, a bitch gone choose (I gave it)
Yeah, popping all these Percs, ain't tryna heal nothing
If I up that fire guaranteed, I'ma kill some'
Niggas walk around and act tough like they gone drill some'
All that hollering back and forth knowing they ain't gone kill, nah
Never been a bitch I ain't going I ain't went (nigga)
I won't fight for shit, I got diamonds on my fist (woah)
Hit 'em with the swish
I was so in love with Kesha but I fucked off with that Trisha (yeah)
30K off features, it ain't shit but rap money
Walk around with nappy dreads, still look like I ain't got money
And I pop my shit whenever I want, I got racks on
All them times I waited for them shows, now Patek's on
Don't show me that paperwork if it ain't got the facts on it (ah)
You know these niggas lie about certain shit and put the cap on (yeah)
If you smoke with us, you know we pushing and we step on it
I bought all the hittas switches and told 'Bagg to put the rest on
Nigga
They gave the wrong nigga some money, І dоn't knоw hоw tо bеhаvе
Nothing but truffles in this paper, I ain't burning no sage
Coordinating, wore this watch 'cause it go with my Jays
Certified trendsetter, I give what's supposed to be gave
Niggas really having me fucked up out here (I gave it)
One of my features show price lil' dude (I gave it)
Write this shit down, take notes stay in school (I gave it)
Nine times outta ten, a bitch gone choose (I gave it)
How the fuck you call yourself a giver
You ain't got a car paid off
You ain't tryna make ya niggas a boss
You'll rather work the shit out of 'em and send 'em out
Hold up, hold up, while we at it, ya bitch ain't matching ya fly
Come on man, tighten up nigga
Look me in my eyes when you shake my hand nigga
Get the fuck on the floor
Niggas hugging up, getting high
Worried about the next nigga pockets tryna put two and two together and shit nigga
Where yo bag at?
One thing 'bout me
Real stand up guy
Err'body 'round me in position
Team strong
They gone forever say I gave it
Forever, ever, ever
Took the lamb to the hood (skrrt)
VVS hit through the tent
Got her a jacket one of one, see this again I'm blocking Trent
Bet I can turn a AK to a Draco, that's a sought off stick
You gone be ready to kill or get some money when you bump my shit
8-figure, Memphis nigga, toxic, bad bitch getter
You part of a staff, I'm the boss so my pay bigger nigga
Birkin bags for my bae, got my old hoe bitter
When it come to this I'm raw I don't know how to use a filter
Free them boys, ain't say a word fuck the system
I supply the drink told big homie bring the utensils (the key)
Lined her up, then drilled her then I passed her to fav' whistle (here)
Had to pick and roll bitches get bold after you dick 'em (toxic)
Ain't no nigga fucking with me that's something you must understand
Chrome heart like I had a transplant with Hermès
Choppa hold a hunnid bands, make you hit that cha-cha dance
He must be the man fans, tryna eat it through his pants
They gave the wrong nigga some money, І dоn't knоw hоw tо bеhаvе
Nothing but truffles in this paper, I ain't burning no sage
Coordinating, wore this watch 'cause it go with my Jays
Certified trendsetter, I give what's supposed to be gave
Niggas really having me fucked up out here (I gave it)
One of my features, show price lil' dude (I gave it)
Write this shit down, take notes, stay in school (I gave it)
Nine times outta ten, a bitch gone choose (I gave it)
Yeah, popping all these Percs, ain't tryna heal nothing
If I up that fire guaranteed, I'ma kill some'
Niggas walk around and act tough like they gone drill some'
All that hollering back and forth knowing they ain't gone kill, nah
Never been a bitch I ain't going I ain't went (nigga)
I won't fight for shit, I got diamonds on my fist (woah)
Hit 'em with the swish
I was so in love with Kesha but I fucked off with that Trisha (yeah)
30K off features, it ain't shit but rap money
Walk around with nappy dreads, still look like I ain't got money
And I pop my shit whenever I want, I got racks on
All them times I waited for them shows, now Patek's on
Don't show me that paperwork if it ain't got the facts on it (ah)
You know these niggas lie about certain shit and put the cap on (yeah)
If you smoke with us, you know we pushing and we step on it
I bought all the hittas switches and told 'Bagg to put the rest on
Nigga
They gave the wrong nigga some money, І dоn't knоw hоw tо bеhаvе
Nothing but truffles in this paper, I ain't burning no sage
Coordinating, wore this watch 'cause it go with my Jays
Certified trendsetter, I give what's supposed to be gave
Niggas really having me fucked up out here (I gave it)
One of my features show price lil' dude (I gave it)
Write this shit down, take notes stay in school (I gave it)
Nine times outta ten, a bitch gone choose (I gave it)
How the fuck you call yourself a giver
You ain't got a car paid off
You ain't tryna make ya niggas a boss
You'll rather work the shit out of 'em and send 'em out
Hold up, hold up, while we at it, ya bitch ain't matching ya fly
Come on man, tighten up nigga
Look me in my eyes when you shake my hand nigga
Get the fuck on the floor
Niggas hugging up, getting high
Worried about the next nigga pockets tryna put two and two together and shit nigga
Where yo bag at?
One thing 'bout me
Real stand up guy
Err'body 'round me in position
Team strong
They gone forever say I gave it
Forever, ever, ever
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Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White Jr., Deondre Speaks, Caleb Quinn
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