[Verse: Momo]
Don't let my n***as catch you in the streets n***a
It's a cold world, but them heaters make you freeze n***a
When they catch you lacking in the streets you gon see n***a
If you talking beef, the heater hit you in your teeth n***a
They want a feature, n***as asking what it cost n***a
At the round table full of boss n***as
ZOOTBOYS muthaf**a that's the squad n***a
f**ing with my n***as, have you n***as seeing God n***a
I-I-I-I'm in your ear like a Q-tip, my dudes with me, I do this
Your bricks here, my n***as here
We disappear when you lose it
Th-th-these racks make your b**h wet
I ain't trying to hit, only get neck
In her mouth, my kids went
I was born a legend that's kismet
M-m-m-Momo he a savage
He a wild muthaf**a
M-m-m-Money on his mind
Don't waste his time muthaf**a
He don't even break a sweat, he on his grind muthaf**a
If he catch you talking sh**, that sh** don't fly muthaf**a
Th-th-th-these b**hes ain't sh** n***a
They only f**ing with rich n***as
Came through today, she used to say
She gon give me neck when I get bigger
Like what?
b**h who the f** you think you is
Now them b**hes down to f**
They heard a n***a with sh**s (hold up)
O-o-oh that's your new girl?
Last night she called herself single
She a freak b**h, she speak dick
I call that b**h bilingual
The last metaphor I said before went over your head
My blocka filled with shattas
It's overstep, over you dead
Z double O, T, B, O, Y, S
Never seen your hoe before today
But she not yours no more, I digress
The flow get them hiffy
These hoes acting shiesty
Bros over hoes be the code
b**h it might be (x3)
Bros over hoes be the code
b**h it might be
Backpack got that loud
That pack loud, on that cloud
Gon have y'all like Pacquiao
This trap sh** my cash cow
Been back since I cashed out
Now I'm back to flipping them bricks
Now I rap to feeling my sh**
Ma** appeal to peeling your b**h, n***a
Uhh, I'm a legend boy I have to be
Used to be third, now I burn hotter than that degree
Squad popping off like zits on kids with bad acne
Rap gon be my FAFSA b, these n***as always mad at me
Lyricist with a serious flow
I stay puffing loud, y'all be hearing the dope okay
No one round when you need it the most
Only the squad hold it down, when you eating the broke n***a
We-we-we sorta Minnesota's f**ing future
A break from these lightweight rappers that they used to
They fufu, they fufu
Taking shot, they can take some shots but they gon lose two
I'm a young trap lord, that's my occupation
Man shout out to my lawyer, he gone beat the cases
E-everybody know the flow cuz it's so amazing
When I walk through, they hold door
Thats my reputation
L-lowkey, everybody know me
My whole team winning
Flow keep switching
Hotter than the popo
Or the pole we keep with them
Hating n***as ain't louder than the dope we keep with them
Dope n***a with flow bigger than most n***as
Cold n***a, these hoe n***as is froze n***a
Four rellos, roll right up in rotation
Pa**ing blunts and ashing em on all your expectations b**h
ZOOTBOYS