Under the Sun (feat. DaBaby)

If you miss me

And you can't find me nowhere

I done seen it all, my God

I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear

Uh, uh, nothin' new under the sun, nobody fuckin' with son

I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns

A couple of **** that bust up the party and fuck up the fun

She diggin' me and I'm cuffin' her friend

She iggin' you while we fuckin' for fun

I got her suckin' her thumb, that my lil' baby

She call me "Daddy," like grandmama baby

If this Sunday dinner, my hand on the gravy

I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage

An M is my minimum wage

This ain't no kennel, behave

**** is with all that barkin', we sendin' 'em straight

So in a way we the dog catchers

How many bullets your dog catchin'?

Sawed-off, raw dog fashion

Hauled off, hope God catch 'em, damn

I woke up for some money

Aye, lil bitch, too many opps in here, tell me who you with, aye

Potato over my gun

I move in silence 'cause **** be clockin' my funds

When they should keep eye on they bitch, 'cause baby girl comin' with son

**** be judgin' my moves, but please tell me what have you done?

My cousin'll air out the party for fun

Pistol grips get to squeezin', and wish a **** would like Liam Neeson

I don't even need a reason

Loyalty over treason

Bitch ****, come and see me, put some respect on my name

What side of my city I claim

I try to stay out my lane, took my advance

And put a Caprice on them things

I'm Beatties Ford till the wheels fall

Know some **** probably pissed off

Who would thought I made it this far?

Gold mouth, bitch, fuck 'em all

I woke up for some money

Aye, lil bitch, too many opps in here, tell me who you with

I just put diamonds on all of my teeth

Now they probably think I ain't intelligent

And the homicide unit interrogation askin' questions

You know I ain't tell 'em shit

Bitches, call me a jock, All American

I'm at the top of my class with my letterman

I remember back in college, bitches knockin' on my dorm door

I ain't never let 'em in

Now you know that that's cap, know I hit a few

Ain't no job, I'm sellin' gas like I'm Jiffy Lube

I had a freak, used to fuck while her boyfriend

In class, I hit her from the back from like 10:00 till 2:00

No back and forth with these rappers

They mention me, dissin' me, no talkin' back, I won't mention you

Watch, when I come put that iron on yo' ass and I did

They gon' want me to snitch in my interview

I'm on fire, bitch, I'm lit, but I'm really cool

Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule

They don't come out after dark, bitch, I swim with the sharks

You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool

Wanna fight but he bigger, I ain't really trippin'

Reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool

I got a Glock with a dick, let's get physical

They gonna be hollerin' out RIP and they missin' you

They got me started, I might as well finish you

I'm from Charlotte, you know how a **** do

Baby

I woke up for some money

Aye, lil bitch, too many opps in here, tell me who you with