Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin' I can't let these niggas knock me off my pivot God sat me down and talked to me, I listened I was in that cell, he told me that I’m gifted I don't make it in the booth, then I'ma make it in the kitchen

I'm getting this nigga in the morning He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when He see me in the evenin' Want to catch all these feelin' Well let me be the first to get mine Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga? (You sold your

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out, but I fucked that nigga bitch Niggas iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum

Maybach Music Yo this Chris Rock I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose That's how we do it That's all we do Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch

Want some more (Want some more) When they start talking crazy that's when I know that they Even though a nigga been getting to it (Still want some more) Every time I end up getting to it I know that I'm getting it, but fuck it cause I Every time I end up

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don’t fuck with y'all

Sometimes I wonder if you even know And turn that nigga that you with right back into your friend though We already wasted too much time And your time is the only thing I wish was mine I think I'm ready to jump out the window How much you worth, I gotta