Messenger

Lyrics

[Intro] (Bhristo) Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] He tryna be just like me, I'm like, "Uh-uh" 100 degrees and I still got a coat on New crib, I'm in Dallas, I'm with Tony Romo I mix Rick with Moncler and I'm still lookin' normal Took a sip of that Yerba, but recorded like four songs All my shooters right, so ain't nothin' can go wrong All I rock is Rick, I bet they think I stole 'em I link up with my brothers, ain't seen 'em in so long Okay, so like don't try and go shoot the messenger That girl a ho, I can't mess with her She in my phone, I'm not textin' her I'm too rich to stand next to her Take her hеart, you take the rest of hеr [Verse] I'm in that Lamb', I'm eatin' lamb I cannot stand, I need a hand Rick Owen pants, cost me a lamb He not on shit, that nigga a fan I'm doin' big boy shit, I'm the man I get a whip, no lease, like I'm Kan Everything he can't do, boy, I can Snap on a bitch, she call me Namil I'm smokin' big boy gas, you can smell I'm gettin' big boy racks, you can tell He thought I fell off of the map Told 'em, "Guess what? Nigga, I'm back" Nigga act tough just through a app Hit my DM, askin' me for my Snap Bitch, what is that? Ho, you a dumbass I fuck a bitch from LA, she got dumb ass I got a Glock 45, make 'em run fast Brodie gon' come out the cut on your bum ass Run up on me, bitch, I know where my gun at I made this song after smokin' some dumb gas Run back, dump that Oh, where your bro go? We put that boy on a shirt, it's a polo Bitch, I'm a G at the end, shoutout Polo He tryna find his bitch, no Marco Polo [Chorus] He tryna be just like me, I'm like, "Uh-uh" 100 degrees and I still got a coat on New crib, I'm in Dallas, I'm with Tony Romo I mix Rick with Moncler and I'm still lookin' normal Took a sip of that Yerba, but recorded like four songs All my shooters right, so ain't nothin' can go wrong All I rock is Rick, I bet they think I stole 'em I link up with my brothers, ain't seen 'em in so long Okay, so like don't try and go shoot the messenger That girl a ho, I can't mess with her She in my phone, I'm not textin' her I'm too rich to stand next to her Take her heart, you take the rest of her [Outro] I'm in that Lamb' (I'm eatin' lamb)