Hilary Duff
These niggas act like they tough
I do not know why they bluff
Go and try me, test your luck
Just know it's up, then it really is stuck
I'm not from Milwaukee, but I get the Bucks
And I'm in my bag just like a ruck
(And I'm in my bag just like a ruck)
I got a white hoe look like Hilary Duff
Yeah I got a snow bunny, she thick as fuck
Talk on the clan, you get smoked like a Puff
I rocking this Rick Owens mixed with the Chucks
I think that they got the flu how they be sick as fuck
And I still remember how they use to pick on us
And I just be up in the clouds like I'm Icarus
Yeah, yeah
And if it ain't bout the bread, I can't pick it up
How much longer should I have to wait?
How much time does this shit really take?
They tryna be negative, give a fuck what they say
Niggas not working me, I ain't taking no breaks
Going to therapy, making sure my mental straight
You know the struggle is real, I'm just tryna maintain
And I'm not a stripper, but I'm tryna make something shake
Yeah, can't fuck with niggas, they trash
No I can't fuck with niggas, they whack
No I can't fuck with niggas, they bland
You know I got to stick to the plan
Almost lost my damn life to the Xan
Lately I'm starting to feel like the man
Yeah, bitch I'm the man
You know I cannot stop 'til I'm kicking the can
Yeah, too fly to land
Yeah, trips to Japan
BG sticked up like Iran
Gas got me stuck, I'm like damn
You know the world in my hands
We keep them drums like a band
(We keep them drums like a band)
Try me then he gon get fanned
These niggas act like they tough
I do not know why they bluff
Go and try me, test your luck
Just know it's up, then it really is stuck
I'm not from Milwaukee, but I get the Bucks
And I'm in my bag just like a ruck
(And I'm in my bag just like a ruck)
I got a white hoe look like Hilary Duff
Yeah I got a snow bunny, she thick as fuck
Talk down on the clan, you get smoked like a Puff
I rocking this Rick Owens mixed with the Chucks
I think that they got the flu how they be sick as fuck
And I still remember how they use to pick on us
And I just be up in the clouds like I'm Icarus
Yeah, yeah
And if it ain't bout the bread, I can't pick it up
I do not know why they bluff
Go and try me, test your luck
Just know it's up, then it really is stuck
I'm not from Milwaukee, but I get the Bucks
And I'm in my bag just like a ruck
(And I'm in my bag just like a ruck)
I got a white hoe look like Hilary Duff
Yeah I got a snow bunny, she thick as fuck
Talk on the clan, you get smoked like a Puff
I rocking this Rick Owens mixed with the Chucks
I think that they got the flu how they be sick as fuck
And I still remember how they use to pick on us
And I just be up in the clouds like I'm Icarus
Yeah, yeah
And if it ain't bout the bread, I can't pick it up
How much longer should I have to wait?
How much time does this shit really take?
They tryna be negative, give a fuck what they say
Niggas not working me, I ain't taking no breaks
Going to therapy, making sure my mental straight
You know the struggle is real, I'm just tryna maintain
And I'm not a stripper, but I'm tryna make something shake
Yeah, can't fuck with niggas, they trash
No I can't fuck with niggas, they whack
No I can't fuck with niggas, they bland
You know I got to stick to the plan
Almost lost my damn life to the Xan
Lately I'm starting to feel like the man
Yeah, bitch I'm the man
You know I cannot stop 'til I'm kicking the can
Yeah, too fly to land
Yeah, trips to Japan
BG sticked up like Iran
Gas got me stuck, I'm like damn
You know the world in my hands
We keep them drums like a band
(We keep them drums like a band)
Try me then he gon get fanned
These niggas act like they tough
I do not know why they bluff
Go and try me, test your luck
Just know it's up, then it really is stuck
I'm not from Milwaukee, but I get the Bucks
And I'm in my bag just like a ruck
(And I'm in my bag just like a ruck)
I got a white hoe look like Hilary Duff
Yeah I got a snow bunny, she thick as fuck
Talk down on the clan, you get smoked like a Puff
I rocking this Rick Owens mixed with the Chucks
I think that they got the flu how they be sick as fuck
And I still remember how they use to pick on us
And I just be up in the clouds like I'm Icarus
Yeah, yeah
And if it ain't bout the bread, I can't pick it up
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Writer(s): Jacob Finch
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