360 Boy

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, cuz, shut that back door right quick He act like he don't hear me, man, shut that back door, man Hurry up, shut the back door, nigga, stop lookin' at me, smilin' Ayy, ayy, ayy, trip, trippy boys Man, shut the fuck up while I'm doin' this shit though, man, back to my motherfuckin' album, alright, I know it be hatin'-ass niggas in the background These hatin'-ass niggas in the background be crazy One thing about me, man, I ain't never hated or showed a nigga I really needed 'em I pop this shit three hundred and sixty-five days of the year, man, with no camera I lost my love, my twin, my dog, I was off this shit for two years, really wasn't stuntin' But I know every moment, every second, every hour, or day, a mouthful of cap-ass niggas talkin' 'bout YP island I know they want it if I got it, I know hе want 'em, but I'm gettin' my bread, ain't no mystеry with this shit Still gon' rock these clothes, still gon' fuck these huffs, get this monion, this shit here, jit, I promise I won't ever show my hand again I go by Top Chef Hood Baby Thotty, whatever you wanna call me But one thing you can't call me, disloyal or a tail-tugger Slatt, this shit 'til we dead and pale, jack Let's go (Taurus) [Chorus] 360 boy, I hop out F&N-N 360 boy, hit Maxfield, then I'm spendin' 5.56 in the clip, it hurt your shin-'in I ain't hurtin, bitch, I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins No L's in the foreign, license suspended Ten P's, I been dressin' in this vintage These niggas say they killers, but who really? All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick [Verse 1] Yeah, don't start that trippin', you get whipped up with this switch Niggas need this tampon 'cause they actin' like a bitch Drive SRT on bullshit, drive the Benz went on Swift 911 coupe, it burn tires when it drift (Yessirski) Be careful with them eyes, quick to come up off the hip (Yessirski) Pushin' P and pressure, yeah, that monion get you dipped, nigga I went right, I seen Rollack, but my partner screamin', "Crip" This shit for Pope, brother, just get your rest, don't trip I was just fuckin' on her and her friend Mines in the grave, so don't call me twin My ho rich, she whippin' a Benz She whippin' Bentayga whenever she sin Ain't 'bout no paper, we can't talk biz And I know that you tellin' to a cracker just like Skins Kill at the rats, let the real out the pen, yeah (Top Chef) [Chorus] 360 boy, I hop out F&N-N 360 boy, hit Maxfield, then I'm spendin' 5.56 in the clip, it hurt your shin-'in I ain't hurtin, bitch, I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins No L's in the foreign, license suspended Ten P's, I been dressin' in this vintage These niggas say they killers, but who really? All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick [Verse 2] Catch him at the red light, know that's a dead light, put his ass to bed like Uh, livin' that fast life, rammin' her taillight, see what her head like Long live Mac, Big, and Keed, they kickin' in paradise (Keed talk to em) Now I'm thinkin' this real life Got me poppin' these pills like Uh-huh Yeah, know it's Keed talk to 'em forever Margiela jacket with a red umbrella Goin' number one, I'ma wear my medal Let J-money, "Rrr," on you and your fellas We run up these racks while you waitin' on a settle You could've kept the bitch, her head ain't nothin' Like five racks on a Dolce Gabbana What's in my safe? A whole lot of hunnas My model ass, beatin' on that pussy and snatch out her frontal Most of y'all lie to your kids, get in the court, tell the truth to the honor, you're pussy 100K on a light day Everything goin' my way If it don't, it's the highway Cartier with the bright face, yeah, Top Chef, nigga [Chorus] 360 boy, I hop out F&N-N 360 boy, hit Maxfield, then I'm spendin' 5.56 in the clip, it hurt your shin-'in I ain't hurtin, bitch, I'm splurgin', countin' these Benjins No L's in the foreign, license suspended Ten P's, I been dressin' in this vintage These niggas say they killers, but who really? All I see is red on the stick, rockin' Rick