1000MPH

Lyrics

[Intro] Don't mix crack with the codeine Yeah (Uh, uh), uh, yeah (Yeah) Uh (Yeah), uh (Yeah) [Verse] Yeah, hol' on, let me catch it He front that work and said, "What? That nigga dutty" Bitch, you could read about my crack somewhere on Reddit RXK (RXK), bitch, tell the opps I said it He don't go outside 'cause he scared of the streets His stomach growlin', he can't eat He can't help his sister or help his mother Older nigga look up to his lil' brother Sharin' one gun ain't gonna kill nobody Hoop by myself, not with nobody Glock wet his ass like Kalahari Pardon me, don't got time, I'm sorry Bitch look like Keri Hilson and Ashanti Back the fuck up, I don't take it kindly This got nothin' to do with COVID Just 'cause I got it, don't gotta show it I'm in papa bear chair, I want the porridge Mama like "What shoes those is? Those foreign." Gotta spend the money while I'm still alive Y'all dyin' to live and livin' to die Clout chasin', lose an arm or an eye This real testament, who Plies? Ball out on the meal, got two sides Nigga got outta jail doin' Uber rides Pull up with DoorDash lookin' dumb They seen bum in you since you was young I hate my opps with a fuckin' passion Fake killers movin' like fruitpassion (I hope they die) Stretch all you niggas like elastic Not in my lane or in my bracket We ain't cool like that so I'ma tax you Delete you on the 'Gram, I ain't even add you All these gangster niggas reportin' my 'Gram They eatin' dick, arguin' with fans Have a nigga from Australia bust yo' head Cut yo' food stamps off, now you mad Shut up, you beef patty eatin' boy All you had today was a bag of Doritos Your bitch bought you an eighth of za I know you healthy from all that walkin' They like, "Neph, why you diss me on your album?" Bitch, I'ma diss you at the BET Awards (shut the fuck up) And the MTV Awards (pussy) I'll diss you even if they gave me an Oscar I highly doubt I'll get an Oscar These niggas actin' and TikTokin' You like 32, sit down, boy, stop it Why yo' shoulders and knees pop lockin'? TikTok not payin' your fuckin' bills It's like the barbershop, put him on a block list They like, "Neph, you talkin' shit" Beyoncé breath, imma talk my shit Kurt Cobain, where the fuck my fifth? This beat hit harder than a bitch They like, "Neph, you should start doin' hooks" Then I duck, weave, jab and threw a hook Money rag on my face, don't look He not in the trap and he don't cook Crackbag size of a phone book Opps sold Mixcraft on a Chromebook