Ever Know - Live
Think my AR rapper he pull and drop something
Blake said them niggas can't leave till they cop some
ARP came equipped with a beam boy we opp hunting
She a demon this hoe tryna suck till I stop coming
She the realest bitch out but her whole body fake
I'm artist bae I'm tryna paint up your face
Either fuck me or suck me we can't go on dates
Pillow talk to a hoe man I know that he gay
Oh he a gangster same nigga cried when we pressed him
Shawty want me stuff her she love how I'm dressing
On the phone talking gangster boy who you impressing
We Got techs for these niggas who don't get the message
You can't humble me all of these niggas is under me
Yellow range rove floating shit like a bumblebee
Red beam on the glizzy no way he gone run from me
Said her neck stone cold I told her to stunner me
Ain't shit sweet boy we leave these niggas bitter
Like I'm boxing a hoe you know Eli gone hit her
They don't want smoke they don't wanna do that with hitler
Counting green sipping purple I look like the riddler
Im turnt boy I swear it get lit like bonfire
Im really popping my shit like a old tire
Sliding on shit you ain't safe fuck the umpire
Bbl when she shake that shit sound like gunfire
Ain't tryna talk put ya head down
Skinny nigga heavy weight how I flex now
Lil uzi all my friends really dead now
My wallet thicker than a textbook
I put a O in his back like he Westbrook
I can't even speak till I see how the check look
Only one year in boy I swear I'm the best rook
When I got right with my figures these niggas act like that I left
I got this shit by myself
Walk in the function you know that I'm fresh to death
Sipping wock nigga fuck my health
This bitch hold thirty like Steph Curry brother
Fuck it we shoot at his mother
Niggas scared cause we step way harder than others
Having Za nigga pick yo colors
Tryna act hard but I took this fuck nigga gun
I love making opps for fun
These niggas hoes I slide on they block and they run
I swear these niggas on nun
These hoes nasty and these hoes ain't shit
She tryna fuck me for a fit
Her boyfriend a bitch he tryna pull up so I'm clutching on my fucking stick
When I got right with my figures these niggas act like that I left
I got this shit by myself
Walk in the function you know that I'm fresh to death
Sipping wock nigga fuck my health
This bitch hold thirty like Steph Curry brother
Fuck it we shoot at his mother
Niggas scared cause we step way harder than others
Having Za nigga pick yo colors
Blake said them niggas can't leave till they cop some
ARP came equipped with a beam boy we opp hunting
She a demon this hoe tryna suck till I stop coming
She the realest bitch out but her whole body fake
I'm artist bae I'm tryna paint up your face
Either fuck me or suck me we can't go on dates
Pillow talk to a hoe man I know that he gay
Oh he a gangster same nigga cried when we pressed him
Shawty want me stuff her she love how I'm dressing
On the phone talking gangster boy who you impressing
We Got techs for these niggas who don't get the message
You can't humble me all of these niggas is under me
Yellow range rove floating shit like a bumblebee
Red beam on the glizzy no way he gone run from me
Said her neck stone cold I told her to stunner me
Ain't shit sweet boy we leave these niggas bitter
Like I'm boxing a hoe you know Eli gone hit her
They don't want smoke they don't wanna do that with hitler
Counting green sipping purple I look like the riddler
Im turnt boy I swear it get lit like bonfire
Im really popping my shit like a old tire
Sliding on shit you ain't safe fuck the umpire
Bbl when she shake that shit sound like gunfire
Ain't tryna talk put ya head down
Skinny nigga heavy weight how I flex now
Lil uzi all my friends really dead now
My wallet thicker than a textbook
I put a O in his back like he Westbrook
I can't even speak till I see how the check look
Only one year in boy I swear I'm the best rook
When I got right with my figures these niggas act like that I left
I got this shit by myself
Walk in the function you know that I'm fresh to death
Sipping wock nigga fuck my health
This bitch hold thirty like Steph Curry brother
Fuck it we shoot at his mother
Niggas scared cause we step way harder than others
Having Za nigga pick yo colors
Tryna act hard but I took this fuck nigga gun
I love making opps for fun
These niggas hoes I slide on they block and they run
I swear these niggas on nun
These hoes nasty and these hoes ain't shit
She tryna fuck me for a fit
Her boyfriend a bitch he tryna pull up so I'm clutching on my fucking stick
When I got right with my figures these niggas act like that I left
I got this shit by myself
Walk in the function you know that I'm fresh to death
Sipping wock nigga fuck my health
This bitch hold thirty like Steph Curry brother
Fuck it we shoot at his mother
Niggas scared cause we step way harder than others
Having Za nigga pick yo colors
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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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