Music: Michael Goode Jr./Caleb Chiang/Tzurel Halfon
Lyrics: Caleb Chiang/Tzurel Halfon/Michael Goode Jr.
[Chorus]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level
[Verse 1]
Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe
Ain't none of this shit rented
Servin' vicious, **** your favorite rapper
Hope he get offended
I was trippin' off that hoe before but promise I ain't trippin'
I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans but now my closet drippin'
Designer, got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (Nah)
Drop a song and your status went nada (Nah)
In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (Yeah)
I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard greens
Homie outside with Alicia Keys
I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (Yeah)
Root of all evil, what got me them tickets at Regal
So **** what's illegal
I'm different, I really ain't get a handout
I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (On gang)
I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen
All them O's buy my songs, screamin' '**** your opinion'
No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin'
It's **** everybody, the way I been feelin'
I got me a b***h and my b***h got a b***h (On God, on God)
So they down for a t*******e, nigga (On God)
[Chorus]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level
[Verse 2]
Switch a Lambo' for a Chevy, backseat heavy from that heavy
Want a bad b***h with the fetti, when she ready, b***h, I'm ready
**** the sex, I want that Becky, gimme Becky if you let me
I whip slow, my cook game steady, turn that boy into spaghetti
I could ask a partner in my camp to handle somethin'
They just do it like they beefin' with Adidas (Yeah)
****ing poppin' p***y for the same skinny nigga droppin' music
Ain't nobody have believe it (Yeah)
Took a couple Ls, I ain't tweakin'
I got money to help all my reasons (Yeah)
I got shorties from all major regions
I jumped in the water and claimin' the deep end (Hold on)
Different money I'm countin' those shorties I'm poundin' on
I know them niggas is pissed
I'ma put a new Patek on by my silicone b***h
Then I'ma double again
Niggas ain't solid, I don't claim a friend
Because when I was knockin', you ain't let me in
Niggas lose vision all over the b***h
Respect the whole gang 'fore a blue Benjamin
Witness everyone say that I'm up
I was stuck at the bottom, you ain't give a ****
I don't care for a b***h, I ain't searchin' for love
And I ain't trust a soul if he ain't from above
I ain't surfin' the wave, I got lost, **** a brush
When I got in the game, I was shit out of luck
They would look at my pain and they ain't help me up
If you mention my name, say, 'I don't give a ****' (b***h) - Mike Dimes - HOME - HOME
[Chorus]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level