Lyrics
Look, every time I show up in this bitch, these **** pissed (how I look)
Let's do this now, huh
Look, every time I show up in this bitch, these **** pissed
Look, ay, and I can tell these **** sick, look
They hear she got a check and make 'em wonder how my bitch look
And we just dropped a seven, I like lookin' how it mix, look
Get pissy in that fast lane, the shit that help me think (****)
My third cup today, shit, I can barely even see (****)
All the suckеr shit around me make it hella hard to think
Swеar to shit, you **** flexin', I be spendin' that on weed
I'd probably have some Ms if I wasn't sippin' drank (that's on my mama)
He told you I'm his brother, but on mama, these **** fakin'
He used to be my brother, now he talkin' to them jakes (fuck him)
And when you livin' on that water, you don't pull up to the lake (****)
The last couple times I seen a sucker, I ain't miss
The shit you **** preachin' on them songs get you blitzed (ay, what? What?)
Ain't scared to take a loss 'cause now I'm linin' up a lick (ugh)
I seen my brother take a loss, they had him linin' up his bitch
You better jump up in your bag now, these **** sad
Even though I'm gettin' money, I ain't nothin' like my dad (ay)
Swear that **** left me hangin', that shit had me kinda mad
I gotta keep my pole, **** like they on my ass
Better jump up in your bag now, these **** sad
Even though I'm gettin' money, I ain't nothin' like my dad (ay)
Swear that **** left me hangin', that shit had me kinda mad
I gotta keep my pole, **** like they on my ass (ay)
Look, I'm ready to double back if **** hidin' from they block (****)
They thought it was a Drac', bitch, this hand thing a chop' (****)
They tryna say I ran from who, them **** smokin' rocks (****)
And if we talk about some money, they know I'ma get a lot
Swear that bitch was in my hand, he tried to grab it off his hip
I went to sell some pounds, but I treat it like a trip (****)
And if she ain't got no chicken, she won't even fill a tip (ay, that's on my mama)
You better jump about your feelings, lil' ****, take a risk
I'm really zero-weight, bitch, it'll never be no peace (nah)
And you can drop me off 'cause I'll walk up ****'s street (****)
If you affiliated with suckers, I don't jump on ****'s beat (uh-uh, that's on my mama, ****)
They really come through with a broom and really try to do a sweep
You better jump up in your bag now, these **** sad
Even though I'm gettin' money, I ain't nothin' like my dad (ay)
Swear that **** left me hangin', that shit had me kinda mad
I gotta keep my pole, **** like they on my ass
Better jump up in your bag now, these **** sad
Even though I'm gettin' money, I ain't nothin' like my dad (ay)
Swear that **** left me hangin', that shit had me kinda mad
I gotta keep my pole, **** like they on my ass
Written by: Hopkins Eizayah Earl