Ayy, posted up with doin’ fine
Ayy, do you really get it how you live it? [no
You are not a criminal, that sh#t is not original
You really wanted nothing, lemme get you started
I been tryna get dead, I been tryna pop sh#t
b#tch it’s i-l-y-s-m, m#th*rf#ck*r
Your boy suck me good in my b-e-n-z
Ha, this ain’t sh#t ’round y’all
I’m always posted with some goons with my money stacked tall
Tryna get it, yeah
Yo, I’m tryna get it
I don’t wanna talk ‘less it’s ’bout five figures
f#ck a credit, I need the dinero on the desk
While I’m chomping a cigar, honey kissing on my neck
g#dd#mn, your boys are really something different
How you b#tchin’ ’bout your label? Should’vе read the fine print
And whеre’s your vision?
Don’t need a suit to tell me what to do
I just hop up on the fifty-eight and watch it bear fruit, yeah
Tryna get it like what you tryna do?
Forty-five the base with like forty-five dudes
You wanna peep my mental? I ain’t tryna do that
I be making waves but like I don’t need a durag
They take my swag and show me no love little b#tch
I’m feelin’ hurt, uh
Now they up on twitter actin’ like they did it first, uh
You ain’t funny boy, you just soundin’ like a nerd
I need all your money, all your money like yessir
It was funny for a minute now you p#ssies gotta learn
Talk how you moving, you growin’ up in the dirt
I’ma pull up, pull up, pull up just to see you get served
I got pulled up, pulled up, pulled up just the legs, just a swerve
p#ss# I done got it in, I done got it in
b#tch, need some counter meds
And you need some breath mints
And while you’re at it average gon’ need some refreshments
Tryna get it m#th*rf#ck*r
Tryna get it like yessir
Told ’em where you headed, but for me I like it
I’ma dance up on your grave little b#tch I’m like a serve
I’m posted like
Yo, I’m tryna get it how I live it, b#tch
See the gold on my wrist and it’s glistenin’
They’re like “that’s a bad toy, did you rent this?” [nah
Like I don’t get platinum at the dentist, fiend bro
And this paper so addictive I got gold fangs
I got chains imbued with blood of my enemies
And I’m posted with your man watchin’ anime
Listenin’ to ugly mane, I enjoy the finer things [muah!
Like you don’t already know me, wellsy
Yeah I work out, eating good, I’m healthy
Saw your boy losing loco playing melty
And it’s very sad, but I’m flexing, wellsy [yeah
Yeah your boy next up at the hammer [b-bang
And I shoot lightning from my fingers
I can spit, I can belt, I can scream
They do everything they can, but they’ll never be like me
Tryna get it
Tryna get it like what you tryna do?
Forty-five the base with like forty-five dudes
You wanna peep my mental? I ain’t tryna do that
I be making waves but like I don’t need a durag
What you tryna do?
Forty-five dudes
Ain’t tryna do that
Do that
Yo, I’m tryna get it [get it] [durag]
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