Legit
Yes, I'm still that nigga
Take your beat and pop it like it's trigger finger
Shooting for the stars with no trigger finger
I'm rocking Fendi while you wearing Tommy Hilfiger, Figer
Yes I'm still that nigga, you can't do me shit but point your finger
Killing every beat
Soon as Kenny sent me this I had to jump on it like a trampoline
You know me I'm with this shit
2020 lost my sauce had to come back 2021
Swear I lost a lot of guys trust me not all of 'em guys
But I cannot go out sad
Shout out to the guys who held me down even when ain't had a dime
Had to make up my mind
Get on my grind
Rapper with melody
Making you dance
Ain't gat Time for negative vibe
Niggas thought I lost already
Niggas thought I quit already
Funny thing's I'm packing hits
You ain't even ready ready
Boy I got a lot of flows
Boy I got a lot of hoes
Drip drip drip, a lot of clothes
We ain't taking Ls
Win win win that's how it goes
Boy I got a lot of flows
Boy I got a lot of hoes
Drip drip drip, a lot of clothes
We ain't taking Ls
Win win win Is how it goes
Ask about me they gon' tell you that boy e legit
Niggas quick to say they loyal then they really switch
How you call yourself my brother but you envy me
Please don't say you love me if you do not mean that shit
Ask about me they gon' tell you that boy e legit
Niggas quick to say they loyal then they really switch
How you call yourself my brother but you envy me
Please don't say you love me if you do not mean that shit
Remember ain't gat it all
Everything I had to source
Now she say she likes the boy
Won't give her no chance at all
When I step I step correct
Them boys really moving corny so I keep my gs on deck
You don't feel this when it drops
Then you must be really deaf
Claim I switch up on you but it's was you that really left
Must be a plumber cos I've seen a lot of shit
You can ask the flies I've been steady killing shit
You'd think I live in the toilet cos I stay upon my shit
But I'm wavy now it won't get to me
Tryna shade me now this Cartier Frames won't let me see
Run up on me you get hit
(Uhn)
Ain't got no time for no beef
(Uhn)
Run up on me you get hit
(Uhn)
Aint got no time for no beef
(Let's)
Take your beat and pop it like it's trigger finger
Shooting for the stars with no trigger finger
I'm rocking Fendi while you wearing Tommy Hilfiger, Figer
Yes I'm still that nigga, you can't do me shit but point your finger
Killing every beat
Soon as Kenny sent me this I had to jump on it like a trampoline
You know me I'm with this shit
2020 lost my sauce had to come back 2021
Swear I lost a lot of guys trust me not all of 'em guys
But I cannot go out sad
Shout out to the guys who held me down even when ain't had a dime
Had to make up my mind
Get on my grind
Rapper with melody
Making you dance
Ain't gat Time for negative vibe
Niggas thought I lost already
Niggas thought I quit already
Funny thing's I'm packing hits
You ain't even ready ready
Boy I got a lot of flows
Boy I got a lot of hoes
Drip drip drip, a lot of clothes
We ain't taking Ls
Win win win that's how it goes
Boy I got a lot of flows
Boy I got a lot of hoes
Drip drip drip, a lot of clothes
We ain't taking Ls
Win win win Is how it goes
Ask about me they gon' tell you that boy e legit
Niggas quick to say they loyal then they really switch
How you call yourself my brother but you envy me
Please don't say you love me if you do not mean that shit
Ask about me they gon' tell you that boy e legit
Niggas quick to say they loyal then they really switch
How you call yourself my brother but you envy me
Please don't say you love me if you do not mean that shit
Remember ain't gat it all
Everything I had to source
Now she say she likes the boy
Won't give her no chance at all
When I step I step correct
Them boys really moving corny so I keep my gs on deck
You don't feel this when it drops
Then you must be really deaf
Claim I switch up on you but it's was you that really left
Must be a plumber cos I've seen a lot of shit
You can ask the flies I've been steady killing shit
You'd think I live in the toilet cos I stay upon my shit
But I'm wavy now it won't get to me
Tryna shade me now this Cartier Frames won't let me see
Run up on me you get hit
(Uhn)
Ain't got no time for no beef
(Uhn)
Run up on me you get hit
(Uhn)
Aint got no time for no beef
(Let's)
Credits
Writer(s): Ogundeyi Sherif
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