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Under 30, made the Forbes list
I'm a walking script, record me
This a .30 in a .40
Switch make it hit fast as hell
B- told me she pray for me, told her pray for brodienem in the cell
I don't got no stylist, Marni shoes and pants, I'm fresh as hell
Yes, I know what happened, I ain't no rat, so I ain't gon' never tell
You can follow Baby, won't lead you wrong, bro, I ain't gon' never fail you
Big was tryna show me the right way to go, I was so rebellious
Whatever they doin' don't bother me, bro I'm oh so careless

You the type of guy that want for "I", for real, you oh so selfish
I'm the type of guy ready to die for this sh- if it gon' prevail us
I can't slip, look at this sh- I built, I know they tryna nail us
Give her two or three thousand off the rip, she said she want her nails done
Cuban links on just because, this sh- really from the mud
We handle the business like gentlemen, I can't rock with thugs
Jeff can get 10M's if he needed it, you know I rock with Thug
All my n- Jack in the Boxes, playin', we popping up

Pop up with them switches on
Pop up with that sh- on
Pop up like my granny, grandma granny lot of chains on
I might pop up with your b-, later on I'll send her home
I heard he heard I hit his b-, so he don't like to hear my songs
She say, "Wick you made me sick", how? And I'm your medicine
Ain't g-, don't go that way at all, but I love that n- Benjamin
Chop stick, pow pow pow powww, I keep that for the robber men
Foreign fabric, cars, and hoes, I'm the only thing American

I stuffed a million in the duffle, smurf dollars, blue color
Pull up big body Barbus trucks the new Hummers
Told me I lay the pipe right, I'm her new plumber
It's hard to interact with people, I come from the jungle
We some animals in designer clothes and jewelry
We got the same cars they drove in Fast and Furious
She ask me, "Do I love her?", I said "You can't be serious"
Cold-hearted, touch my chest and you gon' burrrrrrr

Super fast, I'm hit the gas, you hear her skrr-rr
22, 5, Lil Rico got 'em pure
I was standing on the block tryna get a rack to buy a Buick
Now I'm trim, Lamborghini boy, I know you seen that Urus
If I ever run into your b-, yo' love life gon' be ruined
Take a break, but ain't gon' never gonna stop, this sh- to be continued
From a traphouse, beatin' down the doors to packin' out a venue
When they catch 'em, they gon' eat 'em up, I put 'em on the menu

Put piranhas on your a-, three, four hundred on your a-
Get the switch, she actin' bad, like your mama on your a-
My first deal was worth a couple mil', I still was selling bags
Maggot b- trying to tackle me, I'm stiff arming they a-
Google said my net worth five mil', I got that sh- in cash
Every day my life go up and up, it's hard for me to get mad
I'm established, I might pop out Cactus Jack on like I'm Travis
They act happy, but as soon as you turn yo' back, they try to stab it

I done manifested this sh-, as soon as I see it I'm gonna grab it
I act humble, but you can go and check my numbers, I ain't average
I be hearin' sh-, but you old washed up n-, I be laughin'
You don't hear nothing 'bout my young n-, 'cause they know to put on a mask

Pop out with a baddie with me
Pop up with Lil Dan em with me
Hop out with that cannon on me
He can't come, we banned lil' homie



Credits
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Alexander William Monro, Tyler David Maline, Movitz Busch, Pippa Yurk, Horance Walls Iii
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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