Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'ma get it outta bitch if my cash low
I'm the shit, these bitches sayin' I'ma asshole, smash hoes
If the bitch broke, I'ma pass those
[Verse 2]
This a funky ass beat but it slap though
8th grade I hopped off the porch and started thuggin'
Catch a sucka lackin', beat his ass out in public
Dope dick, it's a fee, for the free we ain't fuckin'
Better toss a dub, I ain't smoke wit' you for nothing
[Verse 3]
I am not savin' hoes, tell me where you see a cape
Lightskin **** snatchin' bitches like I'm Drake
You ain't talkin' 'bout a check then get the fuck up out my face
Four, five, stand up bitch **** up like a date
[Verse 4]
Double back and make that **** fill mo' like the city
I won't do your show if I can't bring my **** wit' me
Bitch I'm all about a cent and I ain't talkin' 'bout fifty
If you ain't really rockin', why the fuck you hangin' wit' me?
[Verse 5]
Po a four now, I'm leanin' like Isaiah Thomas
The real trophy boys tell these ****, pay they homage
Fuck a broke boy, trippin' all in the comments
Olive Green, Balenciaga's like a **** stepped in vomit
[Verse 6]
Free Dev, Free Bo, bring my **** home
And I been goin' through some shit so I been sippin' strong
Grippin' chrome, like a Raider helmet, I'm in beast mode
All this fuckin' ammunition like a cheat code
[Verse 7]
Why all these rap **** wanna claim the North?
Purpin' for the songs, was actin' tough, but a dork
Bounce out wit' a torch, clip pokin' like a fork
Havin' target practice on a **** block like a sport
[Verse 8]
Lij home, now we trippin' on ****
Applyin' pressure fresh prince, I copped the Smithen on ****
Sent the addy, you ain't slide so quit mentionin' ****
And it ain't gotta rain to let the Tec drip on you ****
I been chasin' after money, think I need some new shoes
Balmain with the Goyard belt, fuck your trues
I will not touch a bitch if she loose as a screw
And I ain't never been the type to speak on what I do, bitch