TWELVE TWENTY FIVE
(Ayy, Woods, light that shit up)
(SethInTheKitchen)
(Ronny J, what's up, nigga?)
Golden, I got niggas that'll
Do something to ya
Holdin', she holdin' on to my love, love
It's funny how the tables turn
It's funny how these bridges burn
Late night creepin', late night creep
I had to realize these niggas
Ain't nothing like me
Thanking God for these racks 'fore
I go to sleep why that nigga falling off
He ain't 'bout his business
If I book this BnB
I'ma put your main ho in it
And the boy can't flex like me
That nigga ain't 'bout his fitness
Ayy, she complaining all the time
She hate the way I'm living
I got tunnel vision, I only got one mission
Why you wanna waste my time? Bitch
Get out my mеntions
We're gonna be alright long as
You keep your distancе
Baby, you look puzzled
I'm not the one you missing
Me and that nigga ain't even
In the same division
Put that shit on, when I hit the 'Gram
I go viral (Go viral)
I feel like I can't trust nobody
I can't lie to you
When them niggas see that you going up
They gon' wanna try you
I can't be nobody but myself, nigga
I don't really like you
Hey, I don't really like you
"Do you like getting money?" Baby
Is the sky blue? I just spent two bands on
This fucking Rick coat i'm not tryna brag
I just had to let you know
It's not a game, it's not a game (Woo)
I gotta handle my business
I gotta go to the dentist
I went and hit Alex to handle my dentures
You niggas never had shit on me
You niggas going out sad like bitches
I got this shit in my kidneys
You niggas fake, I ain't with it
I just been making it happen
You niggas been capping a lot like Fitted
And shoutout to my niggas trapping
Them niggas been getting it off of the griddy
Why you so goddamn loud? A nigga
Can't even take you serious
Big boy money, I'm serious
I'm tryna rack up and cop me a Urus
Fuck all you niggas, I'm serious
Block out the hate like I got no ears
Faygo the man of the year, look how
He stand over all of his peers, nigga
You can't have no fear, nigga
Can't be scared out here, nigga
Been getting so much money, might
Put karats in my ear, nigga
Shooter got Tommys, no Hilfiger
And shoutout to my real niggas
Talking 'bout steel niggas, for me
They gon' kill niggas i been in the deep
Feel like I ain't gotta tell niggas for real
Summer's over, now it's cold
Summer's over, now it's cold
I been losing my control
In a whole different zone
What's really going on?
What he really up to? I don't have no clue
Niggas watching my moves
Bitch better get in tune
Yeah, do what I do, they know what I does
Uh, I got the magical touch, Midas
All of my opps dust
I cannot hype this shit up
This just the process, trust
I'm with the gang, it's up
Send shots at them, they bluff
Don't know how you hate and how you envy
I been getting it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Yeah, question marks like something's missing
Been flexing, no fitness
Yeah, bitch, yeah
Hahaha, I'm finna bring it back in
Two different visas, Jesus watching me
Gotta watch out for the skeezers
Demons all on me
Yeah, fuck all the teachers that
Ain't believe in me
Now my features is three X your whole salary
Come through
Black Rick Owens like it was a tragedy
Yeah, black Rick Owens boots
How can you step on me?
Dress assassin but come in
With that fucking melody, yeah
Pushing 'til that fucking tank on E