Hype Shit
Damn, when you gon give me my payments
Fuck a YMCA, Ima hoop at the cages
Came a long way, now a young nigga famous
Marching wit drums just like the parade
We call that Bud Billiken
He in the forces, we set him straight
Cuz he thinking he militant
Oh you thinking you militant
In 2020 you lived off the stimulus
You think you getting more money than me
Then I'm sorry but that's a bad inference
Just like a neighbor got so many cameras
Just know that I'm watching so get off my premises
He think he reaching the finish line, missed a lil step
So he back to the genesis
That's the beginning bitch
I knos a lot of shorties that was fucking with
Fuck niggas, before FNF was created
I only know one girl that's fuck nigga free
How do I know, cuz she fucking wimme
I call up Mondo, I need me a beat
And Ian know it ain't free, so I pay him a fee
I'm chilling while my niggas smoking on trees
Imma get to the bag and then go to Belize
I see a new flow is unlocked, imma use ts
To my advantage
You niggas like Fortnite, y'all really be bots
Lotta money that I gotta manage
I stay on my grind, no it never stops
Go to war like it's Armageddon Facing demons
But I still end up on top
Can't destroy me like I'm made of matter
The girl that I fuck wit, yeah ha name is Anna
I might need me a four to pour up in fanta
I carry a sack like my name was Santa
And it's fucked up that my father in Atlanta
Mike Amiri jeans, yeah they gon cost a lil rack
Ain't no Billie Jean, Michael Jackson on the track
Poke a tire, now niggas driving on a flat
Now I'm working on protools on the Mac
My life got so many different pages
Took a stand for myself I got tired of waiting
Never needed nobody for validation
Got a win, but wouldn't no congratulations
They was focused on money that I was making
At the age of 16, doing big things
Exes miss me
Go on stage, and the people big fiends (Yeahhhh)
Damn, when you gon give me my payments
Fuck a YMCA, Ima hoop at the cages
Came a long way, now a young nigga famous
Marching wit drums just like the parade
We call that Bud Billiken
He in the forces, we set him straight
Cuz he thinking he militant
Oh you thinking you militant
In 2020 you lived off the stimulus
You think you getting more money than me
Then I'm sorry but that's a bad inference
Just like a neighbor got so many cameras
Just know that I'm watching so get off my premises
He think he reaching the finish line, missed a lil step
So he back to the genesis
That's the beginning bitch
Kai, kai, kai, kai, kai, kai
Fuck a YMCA, Ima hoop at the cages
Came a long way, now a young nigga famous
Marching wit drums just like the parade
We call that Bud Billiken
He in the forces, we set him straight
Cuz he thinking he militant
Oh you thinking you militant
In 2020 you lived off the stimulus
You think you getting more money than me
Then I'm sorry but that's a bad inference
Just like a neighbor got so many cameras
Just know that I'm watching so get off my premises
He think he reaching the finish line, missed a lil step
So he back to the genesis
That's the beginning bitch
I knos a lot of shorties that was fucking with
Fuck niggas, before FNF was created
I only know one girl that's fuck nigga free
How do I know, cuz she fucking wimme
I call up Mondo, I need me a beat
And Ian know it ain't free, so I pay him a fee
I'm chilling while my niggas smoking on trees
Imma get to the bag and then go to Belize
I see a new flow is unlocked, imma use ts
To my advantage
You niggas like Fortnite, y'all really be bots
Lotta money that I gotta manage
I stay on my grind, no it never stops
Go to war like it's Armageddon Facing demons
But I still end up on top
Can't destroy me like I'm made of matter
The girl that I fuck wit, yeah ha name is Anna
I might need me a four to pour up in fanta
I carry a sack like my name was Santa
And it's fucked up that my father in Atlanta
Mike Amiri jeans, yeah they gon cost a lil rack
Ain't no Billie Jean, Michael Jackson on the track
Poke a tire, now niggas driving on a flat
Now I'm working on protools on the Mac
My life got so many different pages
Took a stand for myself I got tired of waiting
Never needed nobody for validation
Got a win, but wouldn't no congratulations
They was focused on money that I was making
At the age of 16, doing big things
Exes miss me
Go on stage, and the people big fiends (Yeahhhh)
Damn, when you gon give me my payments
Fuck a YMCA, Ima hoop at the cages
Came a long way, now a young nigga famous
Marching wit drums just like the parade
We call that Bud Billiken
He in the forces, we set him straight
Cuz he thinking he militant
Oh you thinking you militant
In 2020 you lived off the stimulus
You think you getting more money than me
Then I'm sorry but that's a bad inference
Just like a neighbor got so many cameras
Just know that I'm watching so get off my premises
He think he reaching the finish line, missed a lil step
So he back to the genesis
That's the beginning bitch
Kai, kai, kai, kai, kai, kai
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Writer(s): Sakai Straughter
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