The Villain

Uh (yeah, boy, this is it right here), uh, ah-na, ah-na-na, ah-na
Ah-na, ah-na, ah-na-na, ah-na
Ah-na, ah-na, ah-na-na, ah-na (fuck it, I'm stressin', might pour me an eight)
I got these bands, bands, bands (uh)

I got a bag and I ain't look back
They don't even like when I talk 'bout that
I'ma keep goin' and goin' and goin'
I don't even care who got my back (got my back)

Niggas be hatin', these bitches annoyin'
I found a way, had to get to the money (get to the money)
I am they dad, these niggas my children
Wake up like, "Fuck it, I guess I'm the villain" (uh-uh)

So many dawgs I lost, I ain't livin'
Wake up like, "Fuck it, let's go on a mission" (uh-uh)
Why do he only care about himself?
He be on lean and pills and all (pills and all)

They need a favor and that's when they call
I then got rich and now he my dawg (now he my dawg)
They on the bench and watchin' me ball
Traumatized, can't forget what we saw (yeah)

Tali' the gang, you know who we are
And if you don't, then nigga, it's Moo' (mm-mm-mm-mm)
I do not miss or make no mistake
I don't really care, you don't gotta hate (ah-ah-ah-ah)
They tryna eat, but ain't bringin' no plate, ayy (nah)

What I'ma do today? (Na-na-na)
Hop in the whip and we roll like skates
I'm really rich, like, Mook Bill Gates (zoom)
It be the ones always got somethin' to say

I keep it loaded to spray in his face (grrah, um, bang)
I'm on some leave the country for a day
And I just count a hunnid, by the way (grrt, bands)
I don't even listen, whatever they say

They makin' diss songs, I don't play
We leave his body layin' on display
I got a bag and I ain't look back
They don't even like when I talk 'bout that

I found a way, had to get to the cash (na-na, na-na)
That nigga mad his bitch get a pass (na-na, na-na)
This a McLaren, it's goin' too fast (na-na, na-na)
I keep it loaded to spray in his face, I lost it all, we can never relate
Fuck it, I'm stressin', might pour me an eight
And sit and think about this money I made (uh)

And sit and think about this money I made (na-na, mm-mm-mm)
I'm on some leave the country for a day (mm-mm-mm-mm)
Na-na, na, na-na, na-na-na
Fuck it, I'm stressin', might pour me an eight
I got these bands, bands, bands

I got a bag and I ain't look back
They don't even like when I talk 'bout that
I'ma keep goin' and goin' and goin'
I don't even care who got my back

Niggas be hatin', these bitches annoyin'
I found a way, had to get to the money
I am they dad, these niggas my children
Wake up like, "Fuck it, I guess I'm the villain"

So many dawgs I lost, I ain't livin'
Wake up like, "Fuck it, let's go on a mission"
Why do he only care about himself?
He be on lean and pills and all

They need a favor and that's when they call
I then got rich and now he my dawg
They on the bench and watchin' me ball
Traumatized, can't forget what we saw