Lyrics

[Intro] Posing for the gram, he yelling nigga tag me Posing for the Huh, hold up, yeah Ok [Verse 1] Why you Posing for the gram (What you talking bout nigga) These Niggas be hatin But really #1 fans Hol up bruh is this ur mans? I need my chicken in advance I'm talkin 5-6 million, sky scrape buildings, 40 achor land Gotta find my own way Find a place where I can lay I been tryna make it happen, saw the shit change with Everything 1k Mil town Mil town, 414 born and I was raised H town h town, sauce Wak Travis Scott, vibe waves 37 night and days Arron Rodgers Bay plays Trapping hallway maze Got my city so amazed Like how that tall lanky nigga with the big teeth, finally make a way Like how tf he getting saved I wonder how much did he make Brought the lambo to the hood feeling brave Ion want her if lil mama ain't paid Ion want her if she ain't got it maid I might take her if she bad and she slayed Feel my presence, all you niggas behave Or open presents, with the 41 k I'm breaking records, in the game like 2k I'm just infectious, tell yo man grab the raid This Not a concert, on the gang issa rave Im tryna surf right on the crowd like a wave Im taking orders, take yo mans to the grave I line em up, I give lil Brodie a shave Or give em swaggy, if he catchin a fade My baby trippin cause she know she got played I'm sorry baby but a player gone play It's DNA, I Got this shit in my veins [Refrain] Like ooh, ooh, Fresh out the bed Fuck a lil vest cause I'm comin for heads Fuck ya lil crumbs tell yo mans get sum bread Gotta bad bitch left her message on read Ooh, ooh, come here lil boo Zooted tonight but I'm leaving with you Bad bitch so lavish I'm fucking her too Date In the wrait let my stars be the view Like ooh, ooh, Fresh out the bed Fuck a lil vest cause I'm comin for heads Fuck ya lil crumbs tell yo mans get sum bread Gotta bad bitch left her message on read Ooh, ooh, come here lil boo Zooted tonight but I'm leaving with you Bad bitch so lavish I'm fucking her too Date In the wrait let my stars be the view [Verse 2] These niggas be hating, i'm Hollywood chasin, i'm leaving the hood, but the hood follow me You talking that smack, you gone end up on smack, like a backwood, I blow you lil niggas like trees I'm fresh out the gutta, my money turn butter, I stripped yo lil bitch, she get down on her knees She wasn't on me, when I wore the beanie, now I'm eating these tracks, turn my beanie to cheese Fresh off the east, where my lil niggas eat, i'm in field, you can probably catch me in sum cleats I'm stacking my money so high, I just look to the sky, and thank god, for the birds and the bees I wasn't on shit like 3 months and a week, now I'm selling out venues, man this shit is a breeze I count hella bengies, my pockets was empty, no wonder these nigga, don't represent me, Don