Psa
I knew I was the one
Even when you tried act like I'm not
I knew I would pop
I knew when I told you it's straight to the top
I did a thou in an hour
I said it my nigga
You'll feel it the second it drop
You thought I was lying
(Thought I was lying)
Bet now you think that I'm Fivi cuz we going viral
Fuck everybody that see me online
Never repost
Then see me in person and calling me bro
You ain't stand up you really a joke
Told me its love but you hate me the most
(Hate me the most)
Fuck being fake I come at your throat
Come in a pack I want all the smoke
How many times did I shake up the room
How many beats did I put in a tomb
Again and again
Again and again and again
If not me then who
I'm who they watched since I was like 10
Now I'm big time
I feel like Ben
Fly in Ed Hardy
Feeling like Jeff
Shit on my heart and I say with my chest
Never stopping I started on go
Before I was popping I was popping these hoes
GG
Now I'm back with the woes
See See
Niggas copy the flow
Ski Ski
Slide in ice I'm cold blooded
Loubs studded
Sharp as I look and I'm too gully
I'm really with it so who want it
(Who)
Likkle man in my ends start beef, go missing it's peak
I know his character
Swear he ain't never did Jack but a couple of tweets
Said he would fade me
I waited days
Then weeks
Then months
Then years
I'm still here
I never run out of bars
I'm charged
Buss shot if you think that you're hard
Act tough and I pick you apart
Feel like I'm casting roles
Real ones call me dawg
Homie I'm actually goat
CR7
Actually goals
Made hoes split like Ashley Cole
Drip Drip
(Drip Drip)
That's why she wetter
Gyal love me Bella, Gigi, Kendall or Kylie Jenner
Yeah
I might make this a NFT
Cuz ain't no fraud touching me
I'm a beast and I been off the leash
I never relax
I grind for the racks
I only want big breast and the back
She only want rich sex and the bag
She only like big Benz and the yak
Yeah
Me I'm a top striker
Pull up and opening doors
Just like a bus driver
But the difference is I don't stop
I come on the scene and go off
Who you know this ill for real
Rap trap drill all killed
No chill feel like Gil
Who the fuck doubt me still
Rap, trap, drill all killed
Even when you tried act like I'm not
I knew I would pop
I knew when I told you it's straight to the top
I did a thou in an hour
I said it my nigga
You'll feel it the second it drop
You thought I was lying
(Thought I was lying)
Bet now you think that I'm Fivi cuz we going viral
Fuck everybody that see me online
Never repost
Then see me in person and calling me bro
You ain't stand up you really a joke
Told me its love but you hate me the most
(Hate me the most)
Fuck being fake I come at your throat
Come in a pack I want all the smoke
How many times did I shake up the room
How many beats did I put in a tomb
Again and again
Again and again and again
If not me then who
I'm who they watched since I was like 10
Now I'm big time
I feel like Ben
Fly in Ed Hardy
Feeling like Jeff
Shit on my heart and I say with my chest
Never stopping I started on go
Before I was popping I was popping these hoes
GG
Now I'm back with the woes
See See
Niggas copy the flow
Ski Ski
Slide in ice I'm cold blooded
Loubs studded
Sharp as I look and I'm too gully
I'm really with it so who want it
(Who)
Likkle man in my ends start beef, go missing it's peak
I know his character
Swear he ain't never did Jack but a couple of tweets
Said he would fade me
I waited days
Then weeks
Then months
Then years
I'm still here
I never run out of bars
I'm charged
Buss shot if you think that you're hard
Act tough and I pick you apart
Feel like I'm casting roles
Real ones call me dawg
Homie I'm actually goat
CR7
Actually goals
Made hoes split like Ashley Cole
Drip Drip
(Drip Drip)
That's why she wetter
Gyal love me Bella, Gigi, Kendall or Kylie Jenner
Yeah
I might make this a NFT
Cuz ain't no fraud touching me
I'm a beast and I been off the leash
I never relax
I grind for the racks
I only want big breast and the back
She only want rich sex and the bag
She only like big Benz and the yak
Yeah
Me I'm a top striker
Pull up and opening doors
Just like a bus driver
But the difference is I don't stop
I come on the scene and go off
Who you know this ill for real
Rap trap drill all killed
No chill feel like Gil
Who the fuck doubt me still
Rap, trap, drill all killed
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Writer(s): Adetokunbo Bajowa
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