Текст песни ... - S0K0

Damn, Donny made this
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh

Yeah, uh, yeah
Bitch hit my phone on, yeah, uh
Bitch said some crazy shit, I sent the three dots
Most y'all whole crew be bitches, but we not
And when I get lit I'ma make my whole team hot
Caught yo ass down bad in 4K, I got the screenshots
You ain't really seeing bands, lil' bitch we see lots
Y'all got no motion without beef, y'all really need opps
Could that be me? Nah
All I need's the fucking homies
Bro be having Wock now, used to pour the Tussin slowly
Turnt before lockdown, popping out with flooded Rollies
Bitches talk a lot now, like they really fucking know me

Yeah, fuck
You a kid, you a lame
You think you fucking special
That glock gon' hit you the same
Bro asked why I said fuck him, he was talking shit to my gang
Bro wanted a feature off percents, you can't get splits off my name
Guarantee you I'ma body you on yo song
Honestly I snap on any beat, can't do no wrong
Money used to be weak as fuck, now it's so strong
Ask me what makes you a bitch, shit, I could go on
Shit I could go on for days but I ain't wasting time
You a bitch, don't try to be something else, yeah, just stay in line
Chop hit his shirt, made it red like he was tasting wine
How the fuck you think you finna blow up, you hate the grind
Why the fuck you cop the Trackhawk, you hate to slide
Why the fuck you cop designer, you stay inside
I know that I'm finna go up, I made my mind
You can't make yo own wave so you chasing mine
Yeah, yeah, chill out get off my dick
You can't drip like me, you can't afford what it cost to drip
Ice on my Rollie, flood it out, go and frost my wrist
Why the fuck you talking like you hard, man you soft as shit
Yeah you really soft as Charmin, that's crazy
We be working everyday, you get nowhere 'cause you lazy
If you really need a feature you gon' have to fucking pay me
If I tell you how I really feel about you, you gon' hate me

Hold on, seventeen bands on my fit bitch
Seven seas don't got drip like this bitch
Seven feet, stack my money, finna get rich
Seven keys, which car, which whip bitch
Send his ass up to god, yeah, where heaven be
He was talking shit, he irrelevant so I let it be
Think you better than me, bitch you must be high off ketamine
Popping out with some crazy drip, some shit you never seen
At the top it's only me, nobody next to me
Bet you I'ma shit on you if you think you ahead of me
Yeah, I don't want no handouts, all that little shit is dead to me
I don't even got yo number saved, why you texting me
Fashion week out in Paris, finna take a jet to see
They saying you be snapping, y'all ain't even seen the best of me
Said you eating good, I think yo ass eating Pedigree
Really you ain't shit, yeah, really you a pest to me

Yeah, uh, yeah
Bitch hit my phone on, yeah, uh
Bitch said some crazy shit, I sent the three dots
Most y'all whole crew be bitches, but we not
And when I get lit I'ma make my whole team hot
Caught yo ass down bad in 4K, I got the screenshots
You ain't really seeing bands, lil' bitch we see lots
Y'all got no motion without beef, y'all really need opps
Could that be me? Nah
All I need's the fucking homies
Bro be having Wock now, used to pour the Tussin slowly
Turnt before lockdown, popping out with flooded Rollies
Bitches talk a lot now, like they really fucking know me