What's In It
Yeah
Yeah
Huh let's get it now
Huh, Yeah
Yeah, Huh
My top down in the winter, just got money I don't know how to act
Niggas talk down then they kiss her
Imma lift her up then I hit it from the back
Since a little kid knew the distro
When I came of age hit the party with the pack
Can't get it now don't give up
Keep working at it you gonna get it that's a fact (okay)
Bad habits try to cut them off with some scissors
Ain't no new friends but we got plenty hoes in the picture
Better watch out for the reaper if you lack he gon get ya
Being poor a mental state I can't afford get me richer
Yeah, who got the bank and tell me
What's in it
Said her shit fat and she got offended
Late night heard the sirens loud
Ain't no crickets
They shooting
Shooting like Rabbit season
No ribbons
Hoes bouncing beef to beef this shit different
Road runner beat the beat mailbox fishing
Said she a sneaky link I uncovered
Pussy so wet my condom ain't rubber
Hit her shit once then twice so I dub her
But if she a down bitch I just might love her
Love come in all shapes and all colors
So it ain't the same
Say my words is magic talking like I'm David Blane
Everytime we speak I lie and I just get away
Usher to her she my boo on socials don't show my face
She's not used to fucking with a real one she's used to lames
She way too anxious I ain't shit
Instagram lit so she swear that she famous
She's used to that brainless
Had to cut her off real nicely left the hoe painless (Damn)
Matter fact, can't even fuck with her she's basic basic
Type that's gon trap if you fuck with her that pussy dangerous
Don Feddachini when I roll up I face it
Ain't shit sweet but the bankroll I'm caking
No opps close cause my brothers be adjacent
Leather pants feeling like Tron speed racing
They want my spot but I ain't complacent
Shit nigga I ain't even got a spot
Fuck a white bitch even though her pops racist
Young nigga with a lot of issues so I gotta stop (Chill)
Sike my life good, foreign fabrick all on my hood
Change the world if only I could
Glock .40 close it ain't safe in my hood
Pray for myself and my enemies
Fuck am I stressing if it ain't bout breesh
Imma sell ticks like I'm in the bean
Woke up this morning shorty licked me clean
My top down in the winter, just got money I don't know how to act
Niggas talk down then they kiss her
Imma lift her up then I hit it from the back
Since a little kid knew the distro
When I came of age hit the party with the pack
Can't get it now don't give up
Keep working at it you gonna get it that's a fact (okay)
Bad habits try to cut them off with some scissors
Ain't no new friends but we got plenty hoes in the picture
Better watch out for the reaper if you lack he gon get ya
Being poor a mental state I can't afford get me richer
Yeah
Huh let's get it now
Huh, Yeah
Yeah, Huh
My top down in the winter, just got money I don't know how to act
Niggas talk down then they kiss her
Imma lift her up then I hit it from the back
Since a little kid knew the distro
When I came of age hit the party with the pack
Can't get it now don't give up
Keep working at it you gonna get it that's a fact (okay)
Bad habits try to cut them off with some scissors
Ain't no new friends but we got plenty hoes in the picture
Better watch out for the reaper if you lack he gon get ya
Being poor a mental state I can't afford get me richer
Yeah, who got the bank and tell me
What's in it
Said her shit fat and she got offended
Late night heard the sirens loud
Ain't no crickets
They shooting
Shooting like Rabbit season
No ribbons
Hoes bouncing beef to beef this shit different
Road runner beat the beat mailbox fishing
Said she a sneaky link I uncovered
Pussy so wet my condom ain't rubber
Hit her shit once then twice so I dub her
But if she a down bitch I just might love her
Love come in all shapes and all colors
So it ain't the same
Say my words is magic talking like I'm David Blane
Everytime we speak I lie and I just get away
Usher to her she my boo on socials don't show my face
She's not used to fucking with a real one she's used to lames
She way too anxious I ain't shit
Instagram lit so she swear that she famous
She's used to that brainless
Had to cut her off real nicely left the hoe painless (Damn)
Matter fact, can't even fuck with her she's basic basic
Type that's gon trap if you fuck with her that pussy dangerous
Don Feddachini when I roll up I face it
Ain't shit sweet but the bankroll I'm caking
No opps close cause my brothers be adjacent
Leather pants feeling like Tron speed racing
They want my spot but I ain't complacent
Shit nigga I ain't even got a spot
Fuck a white bitch even though her pops racist
Young nigga with a lot of issues so I gotta stop (Chill)
Sike my life good, foreign fabrick all on my hood
Change the world if only I could
Glock .40 close it ain't safe in my hood
Pray for myself and my enemies
Fuck am I stressing if it ain't bout breesh
Imma sell ticks like I'm in the bean
Woke up this morning shorty licked me clean
My top down in the winter, just got money I don't know how to act
Niggas talk down then they kiss her
Imma lift her up then I hit it from the back
Since a little kid knew the distro
When I came of age hit the party with the pack
Can't get it now don't give up
Keep working at it you gonna get it that's a fact (okay)
Bad habits try to cut them off with some scissors
Ain't no new friends but we got plenty hoes in the picture
Better watch out for the reaper if you lack he gon get ya
Being poor a mental state I can't afford get me richer
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Boateng, Alexey Silin
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