[Part 1: Tables]
[Intro]
(Ayy, Woods, light that sh*t up)
(SethInTheKitchen)
(Ronny J, what's up, ni**a?)
[Verse]
Golden, I got ni**as that'll do something to ya
Holdin', she holdin' on to my love, love
It's funny how the tables turn
It's funny how these bridges burn
Late night creepin', late night creep
I had to realize these ni**as ain't nothing like me
Thanking God for these racks 'fore I go to sleep
Why that ni**a falling off, he ain't 'bout his business
If I booked this BnB, I'ma put your main hoe in it
And the boy can't flex like me, that ni**a ain't 'bout his fitness
Ayy, she complaining all the time, she hate the way I'm living
I got tunnel vision, I only got one mission
Why you wanna waste my timе? b*tch, get out my mentions
We'rе gonna be alright long as you keep your distance
Baby, you look puzzled, I'm not the one you missing
Me and that ni**a ain't even in the same division
Put that sh*t on, when I hit the Gram, I go viral (Go viral)
I feel like I can't trust nobody, I can't lie to you
When them ni**as see that you going up, they gon' wanna try you
I can't be nobody but myself, ni**a, I don't really like you
Hey, I don't really like you
"Do you like getting money?" Baby, is the sky blue?
I just spent two bands on this fu*king Rick coat
I'm not tryna brag, I just had to let you know
It's not a game, it's not a game (Woo)
[Part 2: MOTY]
[Intro]
(Zetra)
[Verse]
I gotta handle my business
I gotta go to the dentist, I went and hit Alex to handle my dentures
You ni**as never had sh*t on me, you ni**as going out sad like b*tches
I got this sh*t in my kidneys
You ni**as fake, I ain't with it
I just been making it happen, you ni**as been capping a lot like fitted
And shoutout to my ni**as trapping, them ni**as been getting it off of the griddy
Why you so goddamn loud? A ni**a can't even take you serious
Big boy money, I'm serious, I'm tryna rack up and cop me a Urus
fu*k all you ni**as, I'm serious, block out the hate like I got no ears
Faygo the man of the year, look how he stand over all of his peers, ni**a
You can't have no fear, ni**a
Can't be scared out here, ni**a
Been getting so much money, might put karats in my ear, ni**a
Shooter got Tommys, no Hilfiger
And shoutout to my real ni**as
Talking 'bout steel ni**as, for me, they gon' kill ni**as
I been in the deep, feel like I ain't gotta tell ni**as (For real)
Summer's over, now it's cold
[Part 3]
[Verse]
Summer's over, now it's cold, I been losing my control
In a whole different zone, what's really going on?
What he really up to? I don't have no clue
ni**as watching my moves, b*tch better get in tune
Yeah, do what I do, they know what I does
Uh, I got the magical touch, Midas, all of my opps dust
I cannot hype this sh*t up, this just the process, trust
I'm with the gang, it's up, send shots at them, they bluff
Don't know how you hate and how you envy
I been getting it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Yeah, question marks like something's missing
Been flexing, no fitness
Yeah, b*tch, yeah
Haha, I'm finna bring it back in
Two different visas, Jesus watching me
Gotta watch out for the skeezers, demons all on me
Yeah, fu*k all the teachers that didn't believe in me
Now my features is three X your whole salary
Come through black Rick Owens like it was a tragedy
Yeah, black Rick Owens boots, how can you step on me?
Dress assassin but come in with that fu*king melody, yeah
Pushing 'til that fu*king tank on E