Pardon (feat. Lil Baby)

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well they been misinformed

I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside toting carbon

With a young **** shooting like Harden

Beg your pardon

I just put the patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a **** soul away

Beg yo pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swerving in an Aston Martin

****, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well they been misinformed

I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside toting carbon

With a young **** shooting like Harden

Beg your pardon

I just put the patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a **** soul away

Beg yo pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swerving in an Aston Martin

If I may speak freely

We gon' get a bag if we need it

Buss it down, flip it, repeat it

Suckas be greedy

We was never playing in the game

If we was, but we lost, we cheated

Hold up

They ain't made a game you can play on me

I just be praying for these **** and they prey on me

They got another thing coming homie

They gon' see

I got the blessings of an angel everyday on me, Okay Church

**** used to asked me where I'm from

Tell 'em Bankhead, ****, but the earth my turf

Work, wonder what's up under my shirt

Wonder why I ain't getting searched

**** tip been solid

Speak against his name in his hood

And you will get slapped out 'bout it

Had straps out wilding

But moments in the past

Made me who I am

That's why I don't run from it

Keep it one hunnid

Anyone who don't like it then fuck 'em

Get a little money then double level

Came a way from selling weed

In the envele

To Puff Daddy standing with me in chinchilla

Road run rubber band man

Made a hundred mil off of fifty grand man

Well, god damn

I'm suggesting that you follow your dreams in this bitch

Put your heart in this shit, you bound to get rich, no cap

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well they been misinformed

I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside toting carbon

With a young **** shooting like Harden

Beg your pardon

I just put the patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a **** soul away

Beg yo pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swerving in an Aston Martin

****, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well they been misinformed

I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside toting carbon

With a young **** shooting like Harden

Beg your pardon

I just put the patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a **** soul away

Beg yo pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swerving in an Aston Martin

I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview

I got people asking me what the fuck done got into you

I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due

Had to go and get it, no tripping, didn't want no handouts

Corner store got hot we started selling 'em out my man house

We ain't never have nothing

Stay pulling bands out

I been running it up, I heard he ran out

Know these pussy ****

Wish this shit would fan out, it won't

How you make the gun go on safety, it don't

You that young turnt **** baby

For shit show

Never in my feelings 'bout a broad

She can hit bro

Red inside rolls truck, call it big boat

Heard a **** say he want smoke

Switch out my clip on my pole had to add a lil more

I ain't really up for no arguing

**** said he gon' do what

Bitch, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well the been misinformed

I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside toting carbon

With a young **** shooting like Harden

Beg your pardon

I just put the patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a **** soul away

Beg yo pardon

Big body rolls, give me road rage

Swerving in an Aston Martin

**** beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'

Well they been misinformed

I got a hundred K in my pocket

I be outside toting carbon

With a young **** shooting like Harden

Beg your pardon

I just put the patek on a throwaway

Shawty tried to take a **** soul away, beg yo pardon

Big body rolls give me road rage

Swerving in an Aston Martin

Shut up

Sucka **** get up

Crazy in your head thinking you can get a hit up

Foreign automotives all in my lawn

Yawn did this shit so long it's getting boring

Tapped into the culture made a mother fucking lifestyle

Shout out to my **** doing trap music right now

You know we ain't with the hype

A million on the mike

Get to switching out a queen

Just 'cause she ain't what we like

I'm a king that's my thing

From the green to the white

When you finished with opinions I got four or five classics

Say I ain't the shit that **** must be dippin' acid

Fuck what all them other **** doing

All I know is keep going

Start getting money enjoyed it

Started selling crack for employment

Make it outta Georgia

That was a **** only intent

Get the suckas out the way and get rich

Blocking my path

Boy the forty cal start barking like my **** DMX in this bitch

I'm a vet at this shit

And all I ever been is authentic

Twenty years, I been handling my business

Get in my bag

Stacking my pennies

Buying everything on the westside of the city

'Cause that's where all the **** don't play about tip

So what I care what a **** got to say about tip

****, beg your pardon