Astatine (feat. Ayala)
You see this Patek bitch you already know the fucking price
Talking to a hoe she asking for too much she's overpriced
Sit down shorty take a minute for some fucking advice
Mess with me or cross the line I hit you with that deadly vice
I never miss she always looks at me damn how
I can't blame you baby, shorty fucking with the style
Running my money just like I run these miles
Pass it to my boy you already know it's Howe
Tryna step, well can't get a foot to me
Talkin' bout game I'm the referee
I smoke that smack down raw like it's straight booker T
Yeah what you need
You lyin' you cappin' you ain't have enough
I'm the dog big dog boy you ain't addin' up
Can't tell shit that you ain't know
I'm in the graveyard with a bad bitch don't know which way this gone go
Now Medusa suckin' me off call that shit headstone
Yeah we real close
Oh no
She givin' a show
Immigrant what
Immigrant who
Immigrant me
Immigrant wassup
Talking this heat but never run up
Taking a seat cause boy I'm done
Taking a seat like boy I'm done
I'm from MD immigrant wassup
Sike this beat just gave me chills this is no drill
Too much ice on my neck I think I needa chill
Wearing diamonds ever season for no fucking reason
And if you go against the gang then you committing treason
Hot hot
You know that shit is hot
Hot hot
I can't fuck no thot
Hot hot
You know that hit the spot
Hot hot
Your girl just gave me top
I'm a beast like Zion
I'm the king no lion
Wanna taste who's tryin'
I'm so fucking high I'm flyin'
You can't come to me with that chit chat
Cause this blunt in my mouth I just lit that
Got more tasty bars than a Kit Kat
Fuck your opinion I'm the shit yeah you know I just did that
I got more hot shit than a lit match
But I'm cold as ice in the Arctic
Just where Kevin's hart is
I'm comin' up I'm warmin' up so you know that shit is
Hot hot
You know that shit is hot
Hot hot
I can't fuck no thot
Hot hot
You know that hit the spot
Hot hot
Your girl just gave me top
Talking to a hoe she asking for too much she's overpriced
Sit down shorty take a minute for some fucking advice
Mess with me or cross the line I hit you with that deadly vice
I never miss she always looks at me damn how
I can't blame you baby, shorty fucking with the style
Running my money just like I run these miles
Pass it to my boy you already know it's Howe
Tryna step, well can't get a foot to me
Talkin' bout game I'm the referee
I smoke that smack down raw like it's straight booker T
Yeah what you need
You lyin' you cappin' you ain't have enough
I'm the dog big dog boy you ain't addin' up
Can't tell shit that you ain't know
I'm in the graveyard with a bad bitch don't know which way this gone go
Now Medusa suckin' me off call that shit headstone
Yeah we real close
Oh no
She givin' a show
Immigrant what
Immigrant who
Immigrant me
Immigrant wassup
Talking this heat but never run up
Taking a seat cause boy I'm done
Taking a seat like boy I'm done
I'm from MD immigrant wassup
Sike this beat just gave me chills this is no drill
Too much ice on my neck I think I needa chill
Wearing diamonds ever season for no fucking reason
And if you go against the gang then you committing treason
Hot hot
You know that shit is hot
Hot hot
I can't fuck no thot
Hot hot
You know that hit the spot
Hot hot
Your girl just gave me top
I'm a beast like Zion
I'm the king no lion
Wanna taste who's tryin'
I'm so fucking high I'm flyin'
You can't come to me with that chit chat
Cause this blunt in my mouth I just lit that
Got more tasty bars than a Kit Kat
Fuck your opinion I'm the shit yeah you know I just did that
I got more hot shit than a lit match
But I'm cold as ice in the Arctic
Just where Kevin's hart is
I'm comin' up I'm warmin' up so you know that shit is
Hot hot
You know that shit is hot
Hot hot
I can't fuck no thot
Hot hot
You know that hit the spot
Hot hot
Your girl just gave me top
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Howe, Erick Ayala
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