Fuk Em
Bitch, I ran it up
You hate on the kid, lil' bitch, you dumb as fuck
I get stupid lit, can't get as turnt as us, yeah
Slut her out real good the way she suck me up (phew)
Steady hatin' on the kid, pff, I said, "Fuck 'em"
Yeah, they steady hating on the kid, I said, "Fuck 'em"
It look like we sending out a blitz the way we rush 'em, I said, "Whoa"
We tote heavy stick and no percussion, I said, "Whoa"
Fuck another bitch and then I dub her, she said, "No"
Hit it quick then leave 'em, how I love 'em, I said, "Yo"
Look how I turned nothing into something, I'm like, "Whoa"
Yeah, I catch a vibe in the booth
Yuh, they like, "Nobody get higher, yeah, than you"
Yo, yeah, she tell me that I'm fly, I'm the truth (yeah, yuh)
Bad luck only get green, never blue
All these white rocks on me, you would think I'm selling crack
Fuck a sneak diss, put my soul and verse up in this track
I was born rich, did it again, I had to double back
Everybody hate, but who make six figures off a Mac?
Tell lil' baby, "Back up," wake up, fuck a stack up
Too much green, no bad luck, her ass big as Mack truck (yeah, yeah)
She gon' shake that shit like she a dancer (fah, yeah)
Said I'm hers, that bih' hold me for ransom
Some y'all music really sound like cancer
I want a all-white Rolls, I want a Danny Phantom (yeah, yeah)
Hit the blunt, you need a rush
Purple kush, my opps is dust
Boy, you broke, you get no bucks
You not lit if you ain't us
Did this shit being myself, I would never sell my soul
Know you rocking stainless steel, everything I rock is gold
Gotta really use your ears, yeah, this really my own flow
I did everything you wanted to before twenty years old (whoa)
I'm a asshole, yeah
I did everything I could to watch the cash grow, yeah
Yeah, they see me winning, tell me, what you mad for? Yeah
Rocked that skirt, ain't give a fuck, got different swag, oh, yeah (yo)
That's that different swag, oh, yeah
That's that shit you can't afford, yeah, get a bag, oh, yeah
Bitch, I'm rich as fuck, yeah, tell me, what you laugh for? Yeah
Bitch in LA wan' me slide and blow her back out, yeah
I would never rap on hoodtrap, shoutout Max, oh, yeah
They thought I was at my peak, but I ain't maxed out yet
Woah, fah
Skrrt
You hate on the kid, lil' bitch, you dumb as fuck
I get stupid lit, can't get as turnt as us, yeah
Slut her out real good the way she suck me up (phew)
Steady hatin' on the kid, pff, I said, "Fuck 'em"
Yeah, they steady hating on the kid, I said, "Fuck 'em"
It look like we sending out a blitz the way we rush 'em, I said, "Whoa"
We tote heavy stick and no percussion, I said, "Whoa"
Fuck another bitch and then I dub her, she said, "No"
Hit it quick then leave 'em, how I love 'em, I said, "Yo"
Look how I turned nothing into something, I'm like, "Whoa"
Yeah, I catch a vibe in the booth
Yuh, they like, "Nobody get higher, yeah, than you"
Yo, yeah, she tell me that I'm fly, I'm the truth (yeah, yuh)
Bad luck only get green, never blue
All these white rocks on me, you would think I'm selling crack
Fuck a sneak diss, put my soul and verse up in this track
I was born rich, did it again, I had to double back
Everybody hate, but who make six figures off a Mac?
Tell lil' baby, "Back up," wake up, fuck a stack up
Too much green, no bad luck, her ass big as Mack truck (yeah, yeah)
She gon' shake that shit like she a dancer (fah, yeah)
Said I'm hers, that bih' hold me for ransom
Some y'all music really sound like cancer
I want a all-white Rolls, I want a Danny Phantom (yeah, yeah)
Hit the blunt, you need a rush
Purple kush, my opps is dust
Boy, you broke, you get no bucks
You not lit if you ain't us
Did this shit being myself, I would never sell my soul
Know you rocking stainless steel, everything I rock is gold
Gotta really use your ears, yeah, this really my own flow
I did everything you wanted to before twenty years old (whoa)
I'm a asshole, yeah
I did everything I could to watch the cash grow, yeah
Yeah, they see me winning, tell me, what you mad for? Yeah
Rocked that skirt, ain't give a fuck, got different swag, oh, yeah (yo)
That's that different swag, oh, yeah
That's that shit you can't afford, yeah, get a bag, oh, yeah
Bitch, I'm rich as fuck, yeah, tell me, what you laugh for? Yeah
Bitch in LA wan' me slide and blow her back out, yeah
I would never rap on hoodtrap, shoutout Max, oh, yeah
They thought I was at my peak, but I ain't maxed out yet
Woah, fah
Skrrt
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Writer(s): Yung Fazo
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