Dismantled

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah [Chorus] Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh Iced out belt hold my pants up I ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, do this shit for my fam', yeah If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled [Verse] Yeah, can't be canceled, yeah, can't be fucked with Saw Lil Wayne at the Balenciaga show, used to rock the Trukfit Before wе take it to the next lеvel, baby girl, tell me who you fuck with? Yeah, who you fuck with? Yeah I ain't fuckin' with these hoes, I'm tryna get that bank I'm tryna cop a calm crib, yeah, with a gate I live a fast life with no brakes, supercharged, all-wheel drive No, I can't fuck with these bitches, they gon' say that I like lyin' Yeah, I'm a stand up guy, ain't standin' down for nobody If you havin' animosity, Ken Carson fucked your bitch, proudly My bitch, yeah, so-so godly, she the only proof of God She rock 3D camouflage, you thought you was smooth, huh? Thought you was at home, in your close friends, you in Aruba You ain't him on the internet, I know them not just rumors No feelings, yeah, I lost my heart on a shroom trip Love bombin', yeah, I got you flowers and expensive gifts Had another bitch in a Uber, so I had to send you a Lyft I knew her way before I knew ya, you late to the party Give a fuck 'bout these hoes, I'm getting money regardless Never bite the hand that feed you, yeah, don't get me started [Chorus] Too much money, can't fit it in my pants, huh Iced out belt hold my pants up Ain't from Zone 6, but I got a lil' bitch from the east side of Atlanta How you wanna roll? I can go Ghost or a Phantom That nigga broke, ban him, ran off on the plug, I scammed him Bitch, I do shit for my fandom, do shit for my fam', yeah If she don't pick up when I call, ain't call again, can't spam her Take it to the grave, won't tell a soul, ain't nothin' I can't handle Rip this bitch apart, when I get to the hotel, she gettin' dismantled