FIFA

Big racks on me
Tell me what's the issue, gotta keep the strap on me
Can't go out like them other niggas, I ain't just no regular guy
They know that my bop, different niggas better recognize
And I just want the land, the house
The bands, the spouse different plans and accounts
The yachts, the jets, the waves, the fete
The vibes, the dreams, the beam, a tech

I came a long way from
Thinking shit official, pussy niggas who I stray from
I know when it's war I gotta keep me a little ray gun
Pussy keep on flexing I'm just waiting till that day come
I been plottin' on my future, niggas see the growth
Niggas switched up on me, fed me poison, tryna see me choke
Bitches love me now, way before I had to fiend for
Money been a motive, so I'm plotting, bitch, I need more
Hustle till I perish, how you in the circle, moving nervous
Turn up like a ferris, smoking weed up on the terrace
Tryna pull up in a Urus, have them hotter than the furnace
When they see me, they embarrassed, I keep them in the past, they last

Big racks on me
Tell me what's the issue, gotta keep the strap on me
Can't go out like them other niggas, I ain't just no regular guy
They know that my bop, different niggas better recognize
And I just want the land, the house
The bands, the spouse different plans and accounts
The yachts, the jets, the waves, the fete
The vibes, the dreams, the beam, a tech

I told them light the torch
I swear we purging on them pussy niggas, no remorse, like
Catch them at the wrong light, probably pick him off, like
You would think it's FIFA, way I kick it, these is off-whites

Uh, I promise I been coolin
This 40 make a movie, I be clutching cause I'm zooted
I promise we gon' catch up to them niggas
There's no pressure, we some steppers
Switch to V after the mission, now we zoomin

And I just want the land, the house
The bands, the spouse different plans and accounts
The yachts, the jets, the waves, the fete
The vibes, the dreams, the beam, a tech



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Morris
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