(Verse 1)
First off middle finger f** you n***as
I ain't never seen you n***as
I don't know you n***as
On some fan boy sh** ask to take a picture
That's all good
Just get off my dick
Don't f** wit n***a
Everything's a go
And my clique ready to blow
See these girls back stage
Same hoes at every show
Same hoes that use to diss me
Tried to curve me didn't know
That they jump in my DMs and Try to f** me on the low
Don't worry a bout these b**hes
The p**y come with the dough
Her p**y cum
It's crazy I'm only f**in her throat
She s**ing me for some tickets
I bust and hand her her coat
They love n***a Like powder
These groupies just wanna slope
Man up a** the tempter drops to 40 below
They see that we working hard
They love the hustle and flow
Needing big titty b**hes
Who ready to get the dough
Bag it, sell it, and repeating
Destrubution for the low
(Hook)
n***a who dat
(n***a who that)
n***a we dat
(n***a we dat)
I said who dat
(I said Who dat)
n***a we dat
(n***a we dat)
I said who dat
(I said Who dat)
n***a we dat
(n***a we dat)
I thought you n***a already knew that
Said I been drinking and smoking im suppose to stop but I can't
Been grinding hard for so long gotta get racks in the bank
She still be hitting my line she suppose to stop but she can't
Its always pimpin no simpin n***a the f** the you think
(Verse 2)
Say seany I heard some rumors
You dating and text who
I tell em I'm doing me so it's best that you soon you
That's why you not in a cope
Down and you'll never recope
My album is my real story
Just not a picture on a stoop
No I don't play nice with others that's why I'm not in a group
A thousand capsules of Molly
Still prolly won't f** with you
You pull it u better shoot
That chain just could be your noose
My fitted over my eyes
And im Blowing smoke up out the roof
You going against an army
You better tie up your boots
You taken a chance of dying like feeding a lion fruit
You getting money little whoadie
My n***as gon need some proof
Your circle is looking sketchy cause snitches travel in groups
I'm God given a son
Im talents given a booth
Im Basquiat with a brush
And the devils given a suite
Its SkyCity the gang and the family we don't recruit
We wasn't given a thing
So all we give it the truth
(Hook)