(talking) aye, let’s rap for real
I need a tiktok b*tch
Feel like yn jay the way i record all these tiktok hits
Get yo sh*t locked b*tch
Choppa gon’ blast, he gon’ think he got flashed by my wristwatch b*tch
Cause my ap shiny, shoot 12 shots, that’s perfect timing
Got twin glocks, they siamese
Aim ’em at his silver lining
If young metro don’t trust you, he gon’ shoot b*tch
I be producing these hoes like i’m metro
Surrounded by p*ssy like i stay at petco
They know that i made it, i popped from the get-go
My ex be hitting my line, she won’t let go
I need a deal this year
This beat is all that i killed this year
Got the world in my hands like an astro
I’m not travis, but all of my h*es look like kylie
When they turn around from the back though
No face, no case, i’ma never name a h*e
F*ck then walk out her back door
Ain’t been feeling the same since they offered a k
To perform at my first rap show
And i feel like tay-k cause she sip lemonade
While i’m handing out all of these backstrokes
Good times with a cup full of wockhardt
Too many h*es, i’m not worried ’bout my heart
Whippin’ a charger, but this not a cop car
Out here like tay-k cause both of my glocks hard
I got twin glockies on me, they get to laughin’
Shoot like a 3, i don’t play for the mavericks
Like i play for the rockets, this choppa start blasting
Walk ’round like that n*gga with a murder passion
I need a tiktok b*tch
Feel like yn jay the way i record all these tiktok hits
Get yo sh*t locked b*tch
Choppa gon’ blast, he gon’ think he got flashed by my wristwatch b*tch
Cause my ap shiny, shoot 12 shots, that’s perfect timing
Got twin glocks, they siamese
Aim ’em at his silver lining
Got the crowd jumping-jumpin’ up and down
Write ’bout whatever, it’s f*ck it now
Shoot for the top, i make buckets now
Bucket list, i take big risks
Throw a microphone, i’ll run across the stage a pick-six
Groupie got a vip so i’ma get my d*ck licked
Money digging holes up in my pocket like a diglet
Pokémon, let me take a peek at you
Never mind, i didn’t pick this
Picture this, picture that
Paparazzi on my hit list
Bigger wrist, bigger bag
Got millions on my wishlist
I’ll f*ck on a thottie and pour out the wockie
And put it in my sprite
She steady talking, i’m tryna get nauseous so i might miss my flight
I’ma put a flag with a number one on there
Posted in the mag with a space suit and blonde hair
Give them a performance, they know that i’m on air
They know that i’m rich and they think that it’s not fair
Cause my ap shiny, shoot 12 shots, that’s perfect timing
Got twin glocks, they siamese
Aim ’em at his silver lining
If young metro don’t trust you, he gon’ shoot b*tch
I be producing these hoes like i’m metro
Surrounded by p*ssy like i stay at petco
They know that i made it, i popped from the get-go
My ex be hitting my line, she won’t let go
I need a deal this year
This beat is all that i killed this year
I need a deal this year
F*ckin that b*tch off the molly
My girl will crack her, i told her say polly
Are you f*ckin that b*tch? i say probably
Lean in my sprite and my ranchers is jolly
Now they lookin’ surprised like “oh golly”
Them n*ggas can try but they not gonna stop me
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