Servin

Goddamn
Yo, this beat got me like
"Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey"
Aight, let's work

Make his body spinnin' like a clown at the circus if I ever catch him lurkin'
In my birkin', bitch I'm workin'
But the biddies at my service like a servant
And they look up to my purpose like, "Damn, that nigga earned it," ooh
Flowin' on the beat, you thought a mothafucka's surfin'
And it's feelin' like it's burnin'
Don't concern if I be merkin'
All the fake niggas in person, don't get nervous
All my drip got me submerging, but I get the bag and turn it too
I'm too rich, my driftin' go stupid on one of my new whips, and you know it's all white
Obsessed with music, I could really do this like all night, 'til sunrise
Went to the party with shorties, and my girl is asking me "You gonna call, right?"
Luckily, she put her trust in me when I say that this is gonna be alright (Ayy)
Lil Tecca, bitch, I just got a bankroll (Yuh)
Too much shit to count when it's on the table (Yuh)
Do it by myself, I don't need a label to stay stable (Nah, nah, nah)
Hella people livin' fables
How ya beats trash? You got a ton of able (How?)
If I'm 5G, all you niggas cable (Wow)
I don't need my teeth gold, to be gold
I roll off the pick while they roll they ankles, they know
I'm never floppin', just posted a snippet I'm never droppin' (Sheeh)
'Cause music I put out gets played at the cookout
And got all people forever coppin' (Ayo, what song is that? What song is that?)
Too fly in the sky like a helicopter
I just keep propellin' instead of stoppin'
And y'all needa wait 'til my temper's droppin'
To do all that talk and that mesmerizin', yuh
Droppin' (Drop) often (Lots)
Way too many rappers do talkin' (Talk)
While I'm stayin' in the stu locked in (locked)
I'm a entertainer like Joplin (Scott)
Stockings (Stash), profits (Cash)
Money really givin' me options (Facts)
Not tryna stop shit, but lemme calm the beat down, bring it back, and drop it, ayy

Said I'm tryna be free on the beat, it's like land, I'm at sea
And if so, then I need ground (Go, go)
Got some Yeezys for a B, now when she finds a seat
She could never keep her feet down
All my imagery is so clean that I have control of scenes (Ayy)
Now she knows where to eat out
Don't need plan B 'cause this my destiny now (Brr, brr)
Callin' like I speed dial
I stay with the few who got me
And I don't give a fuck about who's behind me (Facts)
I explore all the earth with a new Bugatti
I was rockin' Chanel, but the Louis caught me (Skrr, ahh)
Niggas judging my life, that's a stupid hobby
What I do makin' noise, but I'm movin' silent
While biddies about being rowdy, no Rebel
Just call me nomadic, I can't ever settle
Stay a little, then I'm saying bye (Bye-bye)
Niggas cannot stop me if they tried (They can't, nah)
Make a check arrive when I wake up (They can't, nah)
Then I only spend the day outside
Always heated, what the fuck's a prime? (Ooh, yah)
Make a scene like I just did a crime (Ooh, yah, yah)
Stackin' all my bars up to the sky
I'll be servin' 'til the day I die, yuh