Lirik
Yo
Hoodie on, a man's way too drippy
High like a Rasta, blasting reggae
Blacked out truck and I'm swerving the M8
Stay on my grind 'til I cop that M8
How many times have I chased that bag?
Took so many L's that I can't even explain
And you still ain't even on my level
I go loco like I'm insane in the membrane
(NJ on the beat, hoe)
Excuse me
NJ popped off with a new beat
Sweet one in the rave looking boujee
Ask if I'm rich like babes, truly
Gyaldem back it up, bounce in a two-piece
Swear down, got a man moving woozy
Don't pay no mind to your ex, some irrelevant don
The fuck? Who's he?
Man's gone off the Henny, unruly
I can't lie, last night was a movie
Hopped out the Chevy truck
I'm whipping the 740 as if it was a two-seat
Mask on but I don't got COVID
I ain't catching a case when I slide, no Toosie
I could never rat for a bag, 'cah I ain't see shit
What the fuck did you see?
You man are all 'bout that chat
'Til I pull up at your doorway
Step with the camera on me
Catch you lacking in 4K
Man thought I was joking
But turning man pack is my forte
Don't give a fuck 'bout no witness
Run up on you in broad day
I swear you man are all bad
'Til I pull up at your doorway
Step with the camera on me
Catch you lacking in 4K
I done told you not to test me
Now you're lying cold like Norway
Mind your business, let me count these bands
'Cah I stay getting money, four ways
Run me that cheque, PayPal or CashApp
Cash coming in, yeah that's BACS
Cutting through the back roads and I'm blacked out
Black windows, black shades and a black cap
He ain't see I was packing the wap in the backpack
Take him out with a little tap-tap
Funny how you talking the hardest on Snapchat
'Til I pull up, make you backtrack
(NJ on the beat, hoe)
I make beats obese, like how the fuck is the bass that fat?
Man try say that he's better than me?
What the fuck are you smoking? That's cap
I done told man numerous times-- shit
I already rapped that
Proceed with caution when you see me about
You're looking at bad luck like a black cat
And you know that I'm pulling up that fast
Like Jakes on a white estate
Bad B came through with the finest cake
She wanna just whine and bake
I'm the one that got the party lit
'Cah it's 5 AM, all the guys awake
I'm still gone off the Henny, it's calm
I'll be alright by Midday
You man are all 'bout that chat
'Til I pull up at your doorway
Step with the camera on me
Catch you lacking in 4K
Man thought I was joking
But turning man pack is my forte
Don't give a fuck 'bout no witness
Run up on you in broad day
I swear you man are all bad
'Til I pull up at your doorway
Step with the camera on me
Catch you lacking in 4K
I done told you not to test me
Now you're lying cold like Norway
Mind your business, let me count these bands
'Cah I stay getting money, four ways
(NJ on the beat, hoe)
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