That’s What They Told Me

Lyrics

[Chrous] Shot for the top spot, it's gettin' lonely Lit up my left wrist, ice on my Rollie Put on for my dawgs, both of my homies I'm gettin' hated on, that's what they told me That's what they told me That's what they told me, that's what they told me That's what they told me That's what they told me, that's what they told me That's what they told me [Verse 1] Hero to villain and hero again I got no regrets, I'll do it again This bitch is a three, it's a four door sedan You ain't keep it real, heard you told on your man You hustle, get money and that's what they show I put my eyes on her and that's what I wanted This month was a million but I didn't even show it I got foreigns on foreigns on foreigns on foreigns I cut the bitch off 'cause she can get boring Really remind you, you know she was yours Codeine on tour and I'm still pourin' more Just press a lil' button, then open the door My youngin's, they slidin', they hopin' they score My youngin's, they slidin', they hopin' they out I'm runnin' up a bag like they runnin' they mouth I can't complain with a hell of a life Come fuck with me, get whatever you like Hop on the stage and get blinded by light That's what she said when she stare at my ice I pour up the Fanta, wagyu in the rice Put her in the trenches, I'm burnin' the paint I'm livin', nigga'll die for this life Give her to me, you ain't fuckin' her right She feelin' love, I ain't touch her at all Wire just hit, let's go fuck up the mall Nigga be snakes, I won't trust 'em at all Play with my name and I'm crushin' them all [Chorus] Shot for the top spot, it's gettin' lonely Lit up my left wrist, ice on my Rollie Put on for my dawgs, both of my homies I'm gettin' hated on, that's what they told me That's what they told me That's what they told me, that's what they told me That's what they told me That's what they told me, that's what they told me That's what they told me [Verse 2] I knew they was hatin', was bein' naive Woke up on an island, I thought I was dreamin' I'm findin' my peace, but I'm not tryna please 'em I went in Rick Owens and bought the whole season I'm watchin' for fuck nigga, watchin' for police Talk to the FN and it told me to tote it Now I got a confession, I hate bein' sober Stand up on the pedal and fuck up the motor Don't step in my lane, I'll fuck up your life Two pills, two hoes, I'm fuckin' 'em twice Just look at the carats, you know I eat right Your ho like bad bitches, I got no type