Supposedly

You dealing with real project ****

Know what I'm sayin', the biggest in here, Big 49

You good

Pussy

All these fucking sticks, you better watch how you approaching me

**** started switchin' and they mad they can't get close to me

She was tryna fuck me through DM, I hit back hopefully

Ask me if I'm fuckin' his little, bitch, I'm like, "Supposedly"

I'm like, "Supposedly"

They killed my dog and ask me if I'm good, I'm like, "Supposedly"

I'm like, "Supposedly"

This bitch in here tryna give me head like she wanna take my soul from me

Real millionaire, real motion there, ****, I'm a trapper

I was standing on the block all day with killas, turn to a rapper

We done put **** on the news and start fuckin' they hoes, that shit be tragic

Put money on **** hats and I'm getting that hat tapped off that static, ****

Money, cars and clothes, clothes, bows and hoes

Bitch say she love me, I'm like, "Yeah, I know"

Bubba for the low, bitch, I got a strong nose

Whoopty whosah whoopty whoo, that's how shit go

Product of the trenches, fuckin' ****' bitches

Man baby Jesus, fucked the whole city

Pills in my liver, I got bitches fuckin' bitches

Free my uncle Key, fighting that life sentence

I'm like, "Bitch, I think I'm him" (I am)

That's what I had said when she asked me who I am

I was tryna break the rim

Ballin' like I'm Capo, diamonds jumpin' out the gym

I ain't doin' M, I ain't even gotta think hard, this ain't no cash

She tryna fuck me, she ain't gotta think hard, it ain't romance

I let this young bitch hold my bank card, it ain't no cash

So many guns, this shit like vanguard, shit ain't C.O.D.

All these **** be like me, shit, all we fear is G-O-D

His name in some paperwork 'cause he talk to a C-O-P

We cannot have smoke if I can hop you with you V-O-P

We way up at the T-O-P, I hope you can spell, pussy

She keep tellin' me that she want deez, like she sell pussy

Spinnin' in the V's, **** know I be where ain't no 12 lookin'

Hunnit shot shorty right there in the trenches, feel like hell cookin'

Jumpin' on them torches, we can't even smoke him, he might tell somethin'

**** was tryna shit but now they on my dick

Every time I go talk to them dicks, 49 gon' plead the fifth

Every time I think about where I come from, I say, "Bitch, I'm him"

Every time I go back to the hood, big 10 mil on my hip

Meek just showed me **** dying, he on some feelings shit

I told him we made some mamas cry, bitch, we on killer shit

How the fuck you see a top opp in yo' face and don't kill that ****?

Bitch, I'm G all by my dolo, I don't need no ****

I'm the type to put bro on, you the type leave yo' ****

I'm the type to buy that bad ho Chrome, you the type penny pincher

Better be lucky I ain't a fuck ****, would've put ya brother in it

**** mad over hoes we fuck, ****, you a mad ****

Million dollas ain't shit to us, I'm the type can't get touched

I'm the type to go ghost a slut, can't let her fuck her motion up

We the ones went—, son, ****, ain't no recruiting us

Remember that time I checked dude and he said they ain't sayin nothin'?

Trenches back alive, the killas back outside

I'm out the 9, but after Juan died, I left the 9

On Facetime with lil' G, they say the facts 'cause dude lying

I'm the hottest in the street, every time I drop, the block hot

**** pussy, private parts, I shut up and get paid to talk

High school, sold weed out a jar, man, I took that shit too far

I know dude a ho for sure, he ain't never have no paw

Only paw he ever knew, was a rat, I don't wanna talk

We was dirty growing up, but I'm rich now, bitch, it's up

Man, we be with superstars, but Buck still be selling soap

I'ma let the hood pick it, I don't need no A&R

And before the label shit, bitch, we been had A&R's