Woodpecker, that shit go hard
[Chorus: Rob Forte]
Pockets gettin' heavy but your pocket gettin' lighter
Pissed away your rent now your margins gettin' tighter
Made my net worth off the web I could retire
Pulled up in a ghost then I skrt off in a spider
Used to rock old navy now my jacket gotta' tiger
Couple bitches tryna' taste, told em' I ain't Tyga
Made my net worth off the web, I could retire
Pulled up in a ghost, then I skrt' off in a spider
[Verse 1: Rob Forte]
I be smoking gas, I'm smoking cookies bring the lighter
I got bring the heat, gon bring the fire need a fighter
Highest in the room I feel like Travis, little higher
When I'm in the booth I'm like a dragon spittin' fire
Then I change the flow up, like the fakes
I knew when growin' up
Now they all gon' call my phone
Cause they know Rob he blowin' up
Put my phone on DND
The broke boys they disturbin' up
Cause they all see me in stu, make hits, with bitches turnin' up
I got broke bitches
Holey pockets like some donuts
I ain't fuck with none of them, my rich bitch she gon' show up
They gon' have a lot regrets
When lil boy finally blow up
They all tryna steal my sound
But the beat gon' make me throw up
I be with clique, the windows tint cause I'm the driver
I be with yo bitch she on my dick don't even try her
Said her ex was good but I am better than her prior
Cause I gon bring the bankroll, gon buy what she desire
[Chorus: Rob Forte]
Pockets gettin' heavy but your pocket gettin' lighter
Pissed away your rent now your margins gettin' tighter
Made my net worth off the web I could retire
Pulled up in a ghost then I skrt off in a spider
Used to rock old navy now my jacket gotta' tiger
Couple bitches tryna' taste, told em' I ain't Tyga
Made my net worth off the web, I could retire
Pulled up in a ghost, then I skrt' off in a spider
[Verse 2: Lil Stain]
I been hated on since a youngin
Funny thing is I get mo money than any of em
Okay, yeah you say you got that white but I know my China whiter
I Pulled up in a ghost, then I skrt' off in a spider
You and me we not alike
That's for many reasons
Wasn't for, all that bullshit I been through I wouldn't be this
Ups and downs, peaks and valleys
Now I'm headed where the peak is
They got shit to say about me
I just point em towards my penis
Anything I say I do I feel
One hunnid' solid still
Shoot to kill
Can't be 40 worried bout my bills
Still on plan A
Pussy muthafuckas' down the B and C
Hustlin' getttin' my weight up
Like a youngin shop at GNC
Lamborghini dreams, beach house wishes
I was raised on Wiz Khalifa taught me how to run up digits
Teachers said I wouldn't make it ima' make it with a vengeance
Pull up on em in that holy Ghost
And make them pay they penance
[Chorus: Rob Forte]
Pockets gettin' heavy but your pocket gettin' lighter
Pissed away your rent now your margins gettin' tighter
Made my net worth off the web I could retire
Pulled up in a ghost then I skrt off in a spider
Used to rock old navy now my jacket gotta' tiger
Couple bitches tryna' taste, told em' I ain't Tyga
Made my net worth off the web, I could retire
Pulled up in a ghost, then I skrt' off in a spider
[Verse 3: Spills]
I'm boutta dolla - bout that change
But I ain't change
Since I was younger
Had this in my veins
And now it reigns loud as the thunder
It's likely that I'm the best thing anybody has discovered
Sinking ships with every syllable these rappers going under
Burn tracks with just a glare
Just like the motherfucking sun does
And I'm working while it's Suns down until it's sun up
I'm just tryna come up
Work hard, get my funds up
Make sure that every bitch
In my vicinity loves us
My shits raw it's uncut
The dopest a dopey has ever smoked
And don't start choking
Cause this the most potent shit that I wrote
When you see the double G's
You know exactly what I'm on
I'm killing everyone
I'm ripping they tracheaes out they throats
God damn
Fatality
