[Intro]
You would've thought that the bando a bakery
All of this bread gettin' stacked
You would've thought that my opps was some Pokemon
All of these bitches get packed
Boy if you broke, why you talkin' to me?
I guess opposites really attract
Feelin' transgender 'cause I had to cut off some pussies to go get a sack
[Verse 1]
Boy don't play, get you knocked with a name drop
You not like me when [?] the same block
In the trenches, it's kill or get killed
If they play, then I'm handin' out halos like GameStop
No, no, no, no, we is not BTS
On the low though, we still make the K pop (Ooooooh)
Car got the stars, I'm a gazer
I'm a kitty, I play with my laser
NANI no bartender, bitch I'm a life ender
I give you shots with no chaser
I rock the drummin' sound
Let's keep it real, you'd be dumb to try
Bullets gon' give you a taper
Used to be numb inside
Got all my grands, I feel mummified
I'm always covered in paper
Stop, we shot, we popped the opps
Fuck the cops, whatever they think of me
My wrist startin' to look like a rink to me
In the trenches, it's never this twinkly
Sometimes I hit her, but always a Brita
The way that your bitch always drinkin' me
You got me thinkin' my first name was Abraham
Just 'cause your bitch always linkin' me
Think that I spot him, my blicky just caught him
I caught me some cases, I beat 'em, I fought 'em
My shooters stay shootin', they do what I taught 'em
Them bodies gon' fall, and it's not even autumn
He gone in that grave, boy I turned him to Patrick
He under that stone since the day that I shot him (Brrrrrrrrah)
He must've thought he was dealin' with Spongebob
I'm in yo bitches bikini lil' bottoms (Ooh)
Car got the curtains, I know you be hurtin' (Ooh)
You wish you was me, but you not
Cartier lenses, they block off the hate
But you know I can still see the plot (Plot)
Draco with me like some Sprite (Uh-huh)
That muhfucka always gon' pop (Huh)
My life a sandwich 'cause no matter what (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
It's the bread and the cheddar on top
Perc' got me under a spell, we was just at the hotel
Free up the—
Free up the homie, Miguel
Y'all got erectile dysfunction
Yo gang is not hard, we can tell
Tryna act threatening, you turn to the ocean
The way that I fill you with shells (Oooooooh)
[Verse 2]
(Not true)
(Not true, not)
(Not true, not)
(Shell)
(Your block getting sprayed up, [?] aim for his neck, jump my opps like Draymond, none of them dodgin’ this TEC)
Not a single one, [?]
I cover my foreign in green
Just to match all my pockets, that's baller
My ex ain't even play football
But she gon' be running back soon as she see that I call her
Lately my life feel like Fortnite
'Cause as it goes on, man that circle get smaller and smaller
I came from these trenches, I'm feelin' like Penny
I did things the harder way just for a dollar
Straight outta Neimen’s my sweater be
Purchasin' pieces, my purpose increases
Oh you said you ready? You better be
Me and the oxy got chemistry
Make so much money, it look like a phone number
Each time a transfer is sent to me
I just found out that my opp is a bitch
That's a gender reveal with no pregnancy
I-I-I hit the beach just to count up some money
No fuck it, go back, had to tan again
Had to go walk to the bank to count bands again
I keep a hammer on me like a handyman
Talkin' the shit like they mad at me
Pull up, that shit was a fallacy
They standin' still like a mannequin
I had to kill a white neighbor
I turn up, I turn up, that boy told me "stop the shenanigans" (ya)
