HIM

Run up a milli' then hop out the cut with the vert

They hit my line for the work

Sticks like the Navy

On top of these **** live gravy

Gave them the route like I'm Brady

She think I'ma cheater

She think I fuck with a eater

Cut that ho off, I don't need her

Run up that money for D then I split with my team

And I promise I ain't here for the fame

I put a Rollie on **** who never had money

They only goin bang for the gang

They told me, "Jaywall, you rapping, you capping

You made it and came back, you act like you changed"

Maybe I changed 'cause they never believed in my dreams

And the things that I set to achieve

We never having the money on Christmas

I told my lil' brother we got to believe

How I'ma sleep when they fighting with bullets?

They killing the rested, a stepper, lil' Steve

His momma, she worried, he all in the streets

With that work after church he went straight to the G

Jeans on me Miri, Glock on me, holding a 30

Creep on that ****, we sent a few hoes, they my birdies

They keep me in a rotation

They let me know where the money and jewelry located

Call me the preacher, this ain't a hem, it's a demon

Straight to the bank 'cause I need it, we hit the sax

We spent like thirty on racks, on the Gucci, they ain't even release yet

You giving up on the rapping but you putting time into trapping

You rather work, you rather stay in the dirt

You rather be on a shirt, bitch, I don't get it

If I talk my shit like I'm Wendy and all my designer is Fendi

Keys to the Bentley, Cartier eyes, they ain't friendly

Ain't with the talking, the woo lady see where I'm headed

I got you right on the ropes, hit you like Tyson the GOAT

We getting faded, hop on the beat like It's baby

Ho suck the crew for relation

BTO shit, yeah, I'm cooking, heating up like I'm a oven

You better put on a muffin

I gave your ho everything 'cause she grew up with nothing

She get whatever she wanted

Just dropped a song, now these ****, they hitting my DM

Charge them like ten for a feature

Send me the cash I'ma wake up and walk on the beat

Send you the song in the PM

Ain't talking murder

We leave a **** unheard of, he on the back of the milk

We leaving shells like a turtle

Did a 110, I taught my shooter to hurdle

Hop out the burban, security clutching the pole

He got a license to lay down a ****

Who think that they funny and act like a joke

I kinda see why you really don't like me

You think that you icy, I'm melting you down

I got your manger all in my DM

Like I'm on a pedestal, you on the ground

I got your momma, she clapping for me

Like she knew all the words to my song like a vow

I know I'm making her proud

She said to be everything that you said you gon' be

You steady letting her down

I'm really sorry for taking the shine that you needed

I guess you can say I'm conceited

Hopped on the track then I upload it right to the G

Got bitches recording the screen

BTO, get racks, we bought out half of the club

Just so the women can enter the building

And we say the Henny is covered on us