You know I don’t like nothin’ but my own way
(Red Dead, I’m so f#ckin’ bumpin’, bruh)
Ain’t tryna make friends with none of you lame-ass n#gg#s
Uh
Stayed down and took time, I had to grind just to make it here
I can feel a b#tch n#gg# hatin’ in the atmosphere
See me at the function, guarantee there’s a gun in here
Shinin’ like a light ’cause my neck and wrist a chandelier
Hitters in the cut, take somethin’, boy, I double dare you
Drive the Hellcat like a bike, I’m a stunt devil
If you talkin’ down behind my back, then you know better
Woah (Let’s go)
Blue and green bullets in the clip like a Roman candle
Off-White shoes like I stepped in some Arm & Hammer
Spaceship coupe, she like “Damn, where the double handle?”
Poppin’ my sh#t, they like, “Damn, he ain’t got no manners”
Say he got the ‘bows, we gon’ pull up, make ’em unhandle
Heard he got a bag, but he fumbled, he got no handles
The hood show me love, treat me like I’m Tony Montana
Thumbin’ through a hundred with no money counter
Boy, don’t make me mad, with this bread, throw a temper tantrum
b#tches on my dick ’cause I’m livin’ better
Balenciaga shoes, hell nah, these ain’t Margiela
Water on my wrist, better check the weather
Remember I was lost in the streets dancin’ with the devil
Grandma always said I’ma be special
Now I get paid just to talk up on the beat, n#gg#
I don’t want the bag if it’s seeds in ’em
Came a long way from bumper cars with the keys in ’em
He a b#tch, he gon’ fold, I can see it in him
Go and knock ’em off, ain’t no playin’ Malcolm in the middle
I ain’t come to talk, I ain’t squashin’ beef with no n#gg#
Put the money in the vault, run the bread up with no feeling
Can’t trust a ho, tell a b#tch I want no dealings
When I’m on the stage, guaranteed I got my pole with me (Let’s go)
Uh
Stayed down and took time, I had to grind just to make it here
I can feel a b#tch n#gg# hatin’ in the atmosphere
See me at the function, guarantee there’s a gun in here
Shinin’ like a light ’cause my neck and wrist a chandelier
Hitters in the cut, take somethin’, boy, I double dare you
Drive the Hellcat like a bike, I’m a stunt devil
If you talkin’ down behind my back, then you know better
Woah (Let’s go)
Blue and green bullets in the clip like a Roman candle
Off-White shoes like I stepped in some Arm & Hammer
Spaceship coupe, she like “Damn, where the double handle?”
Poppin’ my sh#t, they like, “Damn, he ain’t got no manners”
Say he got the ‘bows, we gon’ pull up, make ’em unhandle
Heard he got a bag, but he fumbled, he got no handles
The hood show me love, treat me like I’m Tony Montana
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