キー: F# minor•
Verse 1
Yeah, I'm finna go grab the Lambo truck
soon as that bitch drop
No bap
Ayy, uh, you're big dawg now,
you get smart
Verse 2
And I saw this shit through so
I'm a visionary
Look up hustler, you see my face in
the dictionary (Pussy)
Remember the only paper in my hand
was an obituary (Who?)
I wasn't never scared (Ooh), I wasn't
never worried (Ooh)
I was shootin' that bitch every time
I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil' nigga,
that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it's an emergency
I got a verse for 30 (Huh)
Verse 3
Percs (Nigga)
Nigga, what's the controversy?
(Nigga)
Probably would've been your daddy had
the condom burst (That's damn right)
But don't mention my fuckin' name,
I don't want that drama emergin'
While y'all niggas on it
I'll text everybody where your house at
and send everybody to purge you
One day I'ma buy my bitch a Birkin
But, I gotta stay on my grind, shit,
I gotta stay workin'
There's at least a dub callin' on my line,
cook up, bitches twerkin'
Wht you want, a turkey?
You tryna get this shit any lower than this,
fuck you want, some mercy?
What you on, a Pereky?
And you say those 15s ain't
doin' nothin' for you
What you on, a 30?
You got that gold on and got
souls gonna go
Fuck, you think you Xeres?
Ain't no submittin', if you want my spot,
bitch, gotta murk me
Verse 4
And I saw this shit through so I'm
a visionary (Like who?)
Look up hustler,
you see my face in the dictionary (Mothafucka)
Remember the only paper in my hand was
an obituary (Mothafucka)
I wasn't never scared,
I wasn't never worried
I was shootin' that bitch every time
I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil' nigga,
that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it's an emergency
I got a verse for 30 (Huh)
Verse 5
I got a verse for 30 (Got a verse
for 30)
Still keep a Perk or somethin'
in my lil' pocket
I pop in case of emergencies (Ooh)
And it get hectic,
I pull out this lil' rocket
Clock in the sizzock, knock
your little shit outta it
Play in the street,
tryna get every bit out of it
Met the connect,
I finessed a little brick out of it
Trap goin' brazy, I just
had to sit on it
That shit gon' get at it (Huh)
Chopper goin' brazy, we
goin' too brazy
The cops keep on raidin' it but ain't
get shit out of it (Huh)
Yeah, I been runnin' with my dawgs
(I been runnin' with my)
So you know it's licks involved
All I know is get rich, that's all
Blow 20K, send my bitch to ball
Hit the A 'cause I ain't been
to Phipps in long
One chain look like a 60 ball
D
F#m
Slide on your bitch at six in the morning
After I leave her, leave that bitch alone
Block her on my cellular phone, yeah
Verse 6
And I saw this shit through so I'm
a visionary (Mothafucka)
Look up hustler,
you see my face in the dictionary (Mothafucka)
Remember the only paper
in my hand was an obituary
I wasn't never scared,
I wasn't never worried
I was shootin' that bitch every time
I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil' nigga,
that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it's an emergency
I got a verse for 30
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