I ain’t with all of that
My, my focus is if y’all wanna box, we can box
Then I’ma hug you, n#gg#
And I’ma go on about my business, period
We ain’t got to add no cameras, no nothin’
So you can feel comfortable, period, n#gg#
I ain’t with none of that sh#t, bro
Y’all n#gg#s stop playin’ with me, bro
I wanna scrap, bro, I wanna scrap, bro
I wanna scrap, I ain’t with all that
I’m on 30 right now, bro
I’m on f#ckin’ 30, bro
I’m on 30, now give me some f#ckin’ lemonade, fo’ sure
I’m on 30, n#gg#
f#ck wrong with you?
Damn, ayy (Nine, nine, nine)
f#cked up this time didn’t it? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh, huh, yeah)
Yeah, f#cked up this time (Ayy, hahaha)
b#tch, b#tch, ayy
Hopped up out the jet, with a b#tch from Tijuana (b#tch)
Smellin’ like some pounds in that stank, Marijuana (Gas)
That b#tch gon’ do coke for me (Ayy), she gon’ hide my dope for me
Flex up on my ex, I’m off the pills, she calls me Perc-ules (Flex, flex, flex)
I’m in the back of your house gettin’ top from your nanny
Money older than a granny (Damn, b#tch)
Walkin’ in slow motion everywhere that I go, ’cause it’s a four in a Fanta, yeah (b#tch)
AP skeleton on the way, two-tone, wrist dancin’, yeah (Watch, b#tch)
f#ck her then I take her out to Micky D’s, no time for romantic, yeah (b#tch)
Young rich n#gg#, my money be stackin’, 40 on my hip, no lackin’ (Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
f#ck-n#gg#, knuck if you buck, then you ain’t ’bout that action (Huh)
Run up on me, we clappin’ (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I need that Spider Ferrari, I put it in gear and it crawl like tarantula (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I f#ck yo’ b#tch while I howl at the moon, she tell me I act like an animal, yeah (Woo)
Break’s over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break’s over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take— (Uh)
Break’s over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Yeah, what?)
Break’s over, uh-huh, uh-huh (b#tch, no breaks)
〈Verse 2: Lil Yachty〉
More on my mind than a little
Draked up on drank, break her back if she brittle (Woo)
I speak in code, make you break down a riddle
Copped a big house with a gate where it’s subtle (Yeah)
I look at my gang, the same gang since the middle
School of hard knocks, used to roll up with Nickle
Used to get dubbed the boy back for that p#ss#
She sucked on my pickle, I nut on her nipple (b#tch)
Don’t give a f#ck, no, not even a little
My lil’ bro a psycho, his body cell sickle
I’m hearin’ the hate, that sh#t makin’ me tickle
I can’t have him ’round if he fickle (Ah)
I prefer Monica every time
I need the dollars for every line (Whoo)
Country boy sippin’ on cherry wine (Yeah)
Just woke up, I had to decline (b#tch)
Rollin’ around in that foreign, it’s all mine (Skrt)
Can’t take a break, I don’t got the time (Ah)
Watch on my wrist ’cause it’s seven-nine (Whoo)
Not 7.9, make it seventy (Yeah)
f#ckin’ your b#tch from the back, that sh#t heavenly
How you wear diamonds but work at the Dollar Tree?
Honestly, just don’t never got enemy
Keep an AR, red beam for enemy, Lil Boat (f#ck)
Break’s over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break’s over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take— (Ayy)
Break’s over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break’s over, uh-huh, uh-huh (b#tch, no breaks)
Ayy
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