歌词
Oh, yeah
Yung 1, you a fool for this
Hell if I do, hell if I don't
They prayin' for me to fail and I tell 'em I won't
Chill, used to stop that
Progression is the o**ect
My levels two steps from Heaven, meetin' God next
I, yes, it's the perfect plan (Plan)
Convert the fans who twerk and dance, I deserve a chance
Ah, give 'em bars like anxiety
My old girl mad, her bitter ass won't say hi to me
I tell her blow me like I'm checkin' her sobriety
Been waitin', now it's time to see the new rap prodigy
Uh, you better tell them *****s cool it
Give you Act' for 50 cent, it's all Gs up in my unit (Woo)
Go, I'm proud of chillin'
Just mindin' my business
Just countin' my millions
Man, God is my witness
I came from the bottom
But I gotta get it
I'm slidin' my pimpin'
And travel ahead of the contracts
So jump ahead, I'ma contact
I need a massage
I need a garage
With Bentleys and Phantoms and all that
And 'bout that money, I call back
Fall back, Maybach, grey and black
Balmain, ball caps
Ball *** in your mouth for talkin' down on a real one
Give a **** how you feel, son
I ain't got no chill
How they gon' deal with me when my deal come?
Uh, I'm ready for a real run
I mean it's time to do the damn thing, uh
Already been the best out
I mean, I'm stressin' out my hamstrings, uh
Top five, top five, yeah
I'm on fire, hot ****s, yeah
Juicin' up with my spinach
Pop, pop, papaya
High power, she a dyke coward
*****, I devour ****
Go, three Ks in my truck
But I ain't talkin' 'bout no white-power ****
Go, white powder **** all in they nose
I guess they must have been high
Go, how they miss me like they ain't pick me?
Like I'm go ****, ***** die
Go
When I get in my zome
Boy, it's in my phone
Tell 'em to leave me alone
Crackin' the codes
Back on the road
Cookin' like crack on the stove
Tell them boys to just fall back
Small pack but we all strapped
AB, you gon' have to see these
I ain't talkin' no broad strap
Now we handlin' business
With my *****s, we all rap
Made my moves, don't put on my shoes
Can't fit in no ball cap
Ain't talkin' money, no convo
Came to ball, Lonzo
Get up in the game and just spit that ****
Now ***** feelin' like Rondo
Turn a new ***** to a John Doe
Turn a new verse to a condo
I'm great, killin' *****s six years straight
Y'all late, where the hell did the time go?
Now I'm gettin' paid for the cadence
Slams are debated, it came in the greatest
*****s want talk that **** so I keep that Smith like Willow and Jaden
Go
Oh
Go
BS two
Ah!
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