Renzito!
I made a hundred percent of this song
Bitch I produced it
Yes, I make music
And I'm a dancer
I'm going stupid
And I got hits
But I ain't abusive
I'm ballin' on 'em like Julian Newman
I'm in the penthouse big straight boolin
Copying me, now I got 'em influenced
Yeah
They trying to get like me
I want the m's
Mill like Meek
Soon as I drop on the gram they gon' creep
I engineer and I'm rappin' this heat
Don't need veneers or no Patek Phillippe
I been here for ten years, you been here for a week
We been making' hits, so we just repeat
Sit back and observe and then you gon' see
Today you gon' learn but first you gon' see
Like a million eyes but they all on me
These niggas so new to this shit
I been true to this shit
Like religion, this shit in my jeans (Genes)
I put on one leg at a time in the mornin'
To get to this money
'Cause money I need
But not like these niggas' that fiend
For the green they gon' sell everything
For the clout on some demon shit (What?)
Don't even rap 'cause I need the shit (No)
I won't speak on them niggas
I plead the fifth (Shhh)
This shit easy bitch
Imma smack on this hoe like a new pack of gum
And just breathe a hit
Ay, ay
Turbo on the twin go, "Ay"
Shorty, from the "A" okay
She said, "Wait"
"I'm trying to dangle that new Kangsta chain in my motherfuckin' face" (Okay!)
Niggas can't fuck with me
I made a 100 percent of this song
Bitch I produced it
Yes, I make music
And I'm a dancer
I'm going stupid
And I got hits
But I ain't abusive
I'm ballin' on 'em like Julian Newman
I'm in the penthouse big straight boolin'
Copying me, now I got 'em influenced
Yeah
They trying to get like me
I want the m's
Mill like Meek
Soon as I drop on the gram they gon' creep
I engineer and I'm rappin' this heat
Don't need veneers or no Patek Phillippe
I been here for 10 years, you been here for a week
We been making hits, so we just repeat
Sit back and observe and then you gon' see
They gaze in awe with envious glares
They drop their jaws within their lairs
The harder they stare
The more they miss
Despite their efforts to get like this
You know you done fucked up, right?
Uh huh
Bitch I produced it
Yes, I make music
And I'm a dancer
I'm going stupid
And I got hits
But I ain't abusive
I'm ballin' on 'em like Julian Newman
I'm in the penthouse big straight boolin
Copying me, now I got 'em influenced
Yeah
They trying to get like me
I want the m's
Mill like Meek
Soon as I drop on the gram they gon' creep
I engineer and I'm rappin' this heat
Don't need veneers or no Patek Phillippe
I been here for ten years, you been here for a week
We been making' hits, so we just repeat
Sit back and observe and then you gon' see
Today you gon' learn but first you gon' see
Like a million eyes but they all on me
These niggas so new to this shit
I been true to this shit
Like religion, this shit in my jeans (Genes)
I put on one leg at a time in the mornin'
To get to this money
'Cause money I need
But not like these niggas' that fiend
For the green they gon' sell everything
For the clout on some demon shit (What?)
Don't even rap 'cause I need the shit (No)
I won't speak on them niggas
I plead the fifth (Shhh)
This shit easy bitch
Imma smack on this hoe like a new pack of gum
And just breathe a hit
Ay, ay
Turbo on the twin go, "Ay"
Shorty, from the "A" okay
She said, "Wait"
"I'm trying to dangle that new Kangsta chain in my motherfuckin' face" (Okay!)
Niggas can't fuck with me
I made a 100 percent of this song
Bitch I produced it
Yes, I make music
And I'm a dancer
I'm going stupid
And I got hits
But I ain't abusive
I'm ballin' on 'em like Julian Newman
I'm in the penthouse big straight boolin'
Copying me, now I got 'em influenced
Yeah
They trying to get like me
I want the m's
Mill like Meek
Soon as I drop on the gram they gon' creep
I engineer and I'm rappin' this heat
Don't need veneers or no Patek Phillippe
I been here for 10 years, you been here for a week
We been making hits, so we just repeat
Sit back and observe and then you gon' see
They gaze in awe with envious glares
They drop their jaws within their lairs
The harder they stare
The more they miss
Despite their efforts to get like this
You know you done fucked up, right?
Uh huh
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Bloomfield
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