Acrobat

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, Tjay, you made this? [Chorus] I wanna live lavish Count up the cabbage, feel like a savage I can never be average, bitch, I'm a maverick Knew since I was sixteen that I had to have it Now an acrobat with the money, made it do backflips But before, your boy was a dummy, now he be mad rich Still, addicted to green, I'm talking the cabbage Now they see me, tryna demean me, boy, you a dumb bitch Now I'm married to the money, my car says, "Just hitched," Now they trying to blow my phone right now What the fuck bro? Please stop trying to jack my style I can make you lights out I can pipe his bitch down I could lift her over my head, she getting benched now [Verse] I spit this shit off of the dome, straight to your home, all chrome Gas got me moving slow, like I'm missing some chromosomes But I can't overdose, so I'm rolling a couple more Premium pack, not that shit outside the corner store It's all in your head, you can get this bread, for sure Look within yourself, you can learn something you don't know Sometimes I feel so low when I'm moving solo Still, I got her bouncing on my dick, just like a pogo, for real [Bridge] And they gon' spread hate, on God, that's real Motherfuckers gon' project, I don't know what's their deal But they ain't got a deal, so it's fuck how they feel They the same fuckers running up the views on my reel [Chorus] I wanna live lavish Count up the cabbage, feel like a savage I can never be average, bitch, I'm a maverick Knew since I was sixteen that I had to have it Now an acrobat with the money, made it do backflips But before, your boy was a dummy, now he be mad rich Still, addicted to green, I'm talking the cabbage Now they see me, tryna demean me, boy, you a dumb bitch Now I'm married to the money, my car says, "Just hitched," Now they trying to blow my phone right now What the fuck bro? Please stop trying to jack my style I can make you lights out I can pipe his bitch down I could lift her over my head, she getting benched now