Lyrics: Khalif Brown/S. Gloade/J.BROWN/C. Clarke/E. Sloan
Music: Khalif Brown/S. Gloade/J.BROWN/C. Clarke/E. Sloan
Alright bet, let me get it in
Yeah, same difference
Aye
Same difference, okay
Hey, yep
Twin turbos, same difference, my roof came down, no rain hitting
I'm 'bout to Bill Clinton, top of the charts, A-listing
Broad paper got jane in it, one pull hit like I got tank in it
Woke up, my thumbs itching, I'm going so dumb, Usain, ****
Even though it's a language barrier, in foreign she told me she swallow
Counting all night, eyes red, tomato-tomato
Girls going viral backstage, get hit with the follow
They get down in them streets like a mother****ing pothole
I'm done playing, I'm coming in guns blazing
Stepped in so many ones, the floor look like a fundraiser
Look out for the gun slangers, they caught me gambling, baby
A fan favorite, she throwing it, Tom Brady
Who the **** gon' clean these racks up? Like a maid, gon' clean this mess up
She want me to bless us, save her, like S on my chest
Caught Richard Mille in this bitch, I'm Richard Billie
Two Cuban links, don't think about it, don't get silly
Four-five business days, they shipped the coop, they gon' mail it
Roll up armpit, twist it up, inhale it
That bitch, she broke, she bugging me, I need repellent
I got this designer on my body, can't even spell it
Bless your heart (Bless)
Bless your heart (Bless)
Bless they heart (Bless)
I just speed off, not a push start
Graduated college, where they get their street smarts?
Ever since I was a minor, got a bitch, sure
Dance like New Edition, ran it up like on your marks
Paint the perfect picture, this right here a work of art
I'm the definition, all y'all **** working hard
Bring some extra tissue, I just shitted with the Rari truck
Bawk-bawk, chicken-chicken, push up, get that party started
Bawk-bawk, bring that chicken, through the oop, you know brodie caught it
Bawk-bawk, plenty chicken, Rolls Royce get that party started
Bawk-bawk, bring that chicken, through the oop, you know brodie caught it
Twin turbos, same difference, my roof came down, no rain hitting
I'm 'bout to Bill Clinton, top of the charts, A-listing
Broad paper got jane in it, one pull hit like I got tank in it
Woke up, my thumbs itching, I'm going so dumb, Usain, ****
Even though it's a language barrier, in foreign she told me she swallow
Counting all night, eyes red, tomato-tomato
Girls going viral backstage, get hit with the follow
They get down in them streets like a mother****ing pothole
I'm not trolling, nah, look how she throw it on me
Gotta treat yourself, I might blown it on me
Hit the mannequin challenge in the jewelry shop, couldn't help but freeze
I'ma end up right back at the bank, tell me, what's the point of leaving?
Could it be 'cause the GI stones why their eye sight hurting?
Could it be 'cause the luxury why **** upset with me?
Or the Ghost or the goals
Bill folds or the shows
Life of sin, will I get to repent? Lord knows
Switch gears like transmission, switch gears, switch girls, I'm lane switching
I should charge admission, they watching me, they paying attention
I'm sorry to break the news, but yeen make the cut
A **** never had a silver spoon, now everyone getting fooled
Hot like volcano, different color stones on my hand, Thanos
Bread like fresh bagel, flex, Kurt Angel
Some YN just watched Scarface, thinking about spinning like turn tables
Just left Mississippi, peeped that new spot in Coral Gables
Flew to Cabo to Cambodia, shoulda been rocking the camo
Push up, outside off white, girls red, tomato-tomato
No face, no case, it's that Jane doe, might be ya main ho
Brought down on that brrr, shh, brought down Jonny Bravo
Uh, wobble
I threw 500, she gon' pop it like a snow nose potato
Aye, get these **** off the stage, throw tomatoes, tomatoes
Twin turbos, same difference, my roof came down, no rain hitting
I'm 'bout to Bill Clinton, top of the charts, A-listing
Broad paper got jane in it, one pull hit like I got tank in it
Woke up, my thumbs itching, I'm going so dumb, Usain, ****
Even though it's a language barrier, in foreign she told me she swallow
Counting all night, eyes red, tomato-tomato
Girls going viral backstage, get hit with the follow
They get down in them streets like a mother****ing pothole