All ’bout his respect, but get you gone ’bout it
Boom, boom (Yeah)
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ayy, VVS, you forgot to hit
Ayy, ayy, pass me that Belaire
I got too much goin’ on
I’m talkin’ ’bout pain, you can hear it in my song
Walk through the rain, yeah, I did that on my own
I run with Ks, I’m just tryna make it home
All ’bout his respect, but get you gone ’bout it
I don’t know these n#gg#s, must be nobody
I don’t need no motherf#ckin’ cosignin’
I get fly on my lonely with no co-pilot
Don’t nobody, I got all these b#tches, I don’t know ’bout them
I been wanted to quit, but, I ain’t throw the towel in
Now look at the jit, now, I got million-dollar deals
I want air balls, so, I’m gon’ hit ’em by the rim
I’m on Adderal, I fell in love with how it feel
Gotta keep the tool, I feel in love with how it drill
Hot, cut the fan on, it’s not a fire drill
Hot, cut the fan on, lеt me show you how I live
Hot, cut the fan on, lеt me show you how I feel
I do not cut the fan on, ’cause I do not have no chill
You can’t touch it like you Cosby ’cause you ain’t got no bills
Still had to leave that lil’ ho in the rear
Do you remember I told all you n#gg#s this my year, [?]
I’m out-rappin’ these n#gg#s like a [?]
But, still they ain’t real, they don’t feel how I feel
They don’t feel how I feel
Oh-oh, they don’t feel how I feel
I ain’t even [?] about
Ayy, I’m tryna get a n#gg# killed
Ayy, but, Lil Chop told me to chill
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