Music: Keith Cozart
(On foenem)
I just made a million last week
Stone brought his merch on Chief
(4NEM Radio, home of the Glory Gang)
It's not a lease
On the rims, trick or treat
It's not a treat
B***h, I'm tryna sleep
B***h, I'm tryna sleep (Sos' baby)
I ain't got cheese? I just made a million last week
Chief my lingo and now my Stone brought his merch on Chief
Leave out the dealer, paper in my hand, it's not a lease
Black and orange Forgiatos on the rims, trick or treat
Say she wanna eat me, told that b***h, "My d**k is not a treat" (No)
B***h loud as truck, my d**k said, "Shut up, b***h, I'm tryna sleep"
In the Hellcat, I told her, "Shut up, b***h, I'm tryna creep"
I'm from the hood where we sending shots right down thΠ΅ street
I'm from the hood, we don't use cars, wΠ΅ use feet
Welcome to the streets where if niggas can't fight, they use heat
Wet a boy down, it's gon' be you and not we
Welcome to the streets, it can cost your life, it's not cheap
Told that b***h, "Give me fifty percent, I'll turn you up"
I was lookin' for a boss, baby, and there you was
Bae do whatever I say, that's my kind of love (Go)
When I first met the bankroll, I said, "I'm in love" (Go)
Go
Roll the gross up
I'ma lift my doors up
Go, go
It's a new opp pack every time we roll the gross up
I'll pull up to the hood and have them lift my doors up
You can throw your ****in' salt, I'll still get bread like cold cuts
Catch your ass up at the Moncler, then we'll give you cold cuts
I'll pull up in the Maybach, make my b***h the chauffeur
Ah, b***h, it's ten years later, they still lovin' Sosa
P***y, is you with the feds? **** you takin' notes for?
Ah, **** it, I'm the teacher, nigga, you should've said somethin'
You's a mother ****in' deer and foenem out here head huntin'
Nigga said he ****ed my b***h, I told his dumb ass, "Which one?"
Nigga played with the Wock' and now his dumb ass redrum
I'm so mother****in' GOATed, I should have a TED Talk
Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk, we made him spin off
Nigga laughed, now he cryin', made him wipe his grin off
Nigga, it's hot as **** outside, you know I'll let my fan off
P***y, and if you get skinned, dog, it knock you dread off
Baby, we breaking laws, we never had an in-law
Nigga fronted me some crack, I used my legs and ran off
Fast as Usain Bolt how that nigga ran off
I got enough money to buy some shit to have a stand off
Hell yeahβ¦β¦