Official
Hop on the beat and I eat it like dinner
These niggas pussy they don't know their gender
I see a boss and I look in the mirror
Flexing and stepping I make it look simple
My bitch is bad, and real bougie with dimples
My heart is cold like the middle December
Cut the bitch off tell her cry me a river
Run up on me you get popped like a pimple
Ball in the game, no ref but I'm official
Working my wrist I be stacking these figures
Money the topic the only agenda
Get to the cheese while you swipin on tender
Niggas is pussy yea I see ya whiskers
Bullets is hot, get burnt, body sizzle
Fuck on that bitch and I fuck on her sister
I be that man they call me yung mister
Feeling like Malcom the man in the middle
I get to the pack and you know I deliver
No time for safety I'm pushing my limits
I get to the check and I'm thumbing right through it
Me and the gang we moving congruent
You're beefing with us lil boy is you stupid
Don't try your luck you're life you will lose it
Down for the gang lil bitch gotta prove it
Talking shit don't get caught in the cross fire
This strand is purple I'm calling it starfire
I don't sleep yea I feel like a vampire
Thought about quitting but no I can't retire
Stack it up till I build me an empire
I'm a truth seeker don't fuck with no damn liar
Cook these niggas don't need me no air fryer
Community gated I filled it with barbed wire
Shop at Saks Fifth you just a damn gap buyer
You is not riding you caught a damn flat tire
Spark this wood I might start me a wildfire
Jump out the gym I feel like a hot flyer
I'm a boss so you know I can't get fired
Switching these bitches I feel just like quagmire
I'm a boss so you know I can't get fired
Switching these bitches I feel just like quagmire
Hop on the beat and I eat it like dinner
These niggas pussy they don't know their gender
I see a boss and I look in the mirror
Flexing and stepping I make it look simple
My bitch is bad, and real bougie with dimples
My heart is cold like the middle December
Cut the bitch off tell her cry me a river
Run up on me you get popped like a pimple
Ball in the game, no ref but I'm official
Working my wrist I be stacking these figures
Money the topic the only agenda
Get to the cheese while you swipin on tender
Niggas is pussy yea I see ya whiskers
Bullets is hot, get burnt, body sizzle
Fuck on that bitch and I fuck on her sister
I be that man they call me yung mister
These niggas pussy they don't know their gender
I see a boss and I look in the mirror
Flexing and stepping I make it look simple
My bitch is bad, and real bougie with dimples
My heart is cold like the middle December
Cut the bitch off tell her cry me a river
Run up on me you get popped like a pimple
Ball in the game, no ref but I'm official
Working my wrist I be stacking these figures
Money the topic the only agenda
Get to the cheese while you swipin on tender
Niggas is pussy yea I see ya whiskers
Bullets is hot, get burnt, body sizzle
Fuck on that bitch and I fuck on her sister
I be that man they call me yung mister
Feeling like Malcom the man in the middle
I get to the pack and you know I deliver
No time for safety I'm pushing my limits
I get to the check and I'm thumbing right through it
Me and the gang we moving congruent
You're beefing with us lil boy is you stupid
Don't try your luck you're life you will lose it
Down for the gang lil bitch gotta prove it
Talking shit don't get caught in the cross fire
This strand is purple I'm calling it starfire
I don't sleep yea I feel like a vampire
Thought about quitting but no I can't retire
Stack it up till I build me an empire
I'm a truth seeker don't fuck with no damn liar
Cook these niggas don't need me no air fryer
Community gated I filled it with barbed wire
Shop at Saks Fifth you just a damn gap buyer
You is not riding you caught a damn flat tire
Spark this wood I might start me a wildfire
Jump out the gym I feel like a hot flyer
I'm a boss so you know I can't get fired
Switching these bitches I feel just like quagmire
I'm a boss so you know I can't get fired
Switching these bitches I feel just like quagmire
Hop on the beat and I eat it like dinner
These niggas pussy they don't know their gender
I see a boss and I look in the mirror
Flexing and stepping I make it look simple
My bitch is bad, and real bougie with dimples
My heart is cold like the middle December
Cut the bitch off tell her cry me a river
Run up on me you get popped like a pimple
Ball in the game, no ref but I'm official
Working my wrist I be stacking these figures
Money the topic the only agenda
Get to the cheese while you swipin on tender
Niggas is pussy yea I see ya whiskers
Bullets is hot, get burnt, body sizzle
Fuck on that bitch and I fuck on her sister
I be that man they call me yung mister
Credits
Writer(s): Greg Stallings
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