Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Rico Nasty, Blueface, & Cordae] Yeah Yeah (Rico) Yeah, yeah (Rico, Rico) Yeah (Rico, ooh, Kenny) [Verse: Rico Nasty, Blueface & Cordae, Rico Nasty & Blueface] I ain't never asked for a handout But I came up, now everybody got a hand out I just got my truck on matte red With a five-percent tint and them rims blacked-out Every nigga 'round me gon' wait 'til I blackout Put the pussy on him, make a nigga tap out Just say where and my niggas pop-out If you don't get the picture, we crop you out They givin' out pussy like shout-outs These lil' bitches live in my shadow (Woo<) They see me in person and panic (Ooh) My diamonds, they color of candy (Ayy) I'm electric, shockin' these bitches like Pikachu Don't run away from me when I run into you It can get surgical, personal Everything I do be goin' up, I'm on my vertical Yes, I'm a girl, I go harder than niggas do I'm in a, I'm in a I'm in a Benz the same color of Fruity Loops (What? What?) I count the dirties, been lookin' so beautiful (Wait, wait) How is you hatin' on me from a cubicle? (Huh?) My nigga— what? (Wait) I got more money than you on my cuticle (Huh?) When I pull up, all the bitches like "Aah" Only leave the house when I'm pickin' up a bag Got a short temper, don't make me mad What? Got a short temper, don't make me mad [Segue: Cordae, Rico Nasty & Blueface, Cordae & Blueface] Don't make me mad (What?) Don't make me mad Don't make me mad, hold on Ooh [Part II] [Verse 2: Cordae & Blueface] Uh, see, what's the cost of a dollar When you don't have shit and you down upon your last bit? And every moment past it makes you wonder what can happen Sippin' Henny frozen, feelin' spaced out like a semi-colon (Semi-colon) Made a million, life is really golden, but what's most important When you hope for portions of a dope endorsement Only hang with thoroughbreds, no broken horses (Ooh) Cruisin' in the Mustang, like I must change (Must change) Tinted windows, couldn't even hide the bloodstains (Ooh) Fuck a bitch in luxury, she gave me plush brain (Plush brain) Got no time for love games, got too much fame The issue is, all the lies that's told, too habituous ('Bituous) To the point where you don't realize what type of bitch you is (Bitch you is) Your friendliest niggas' the envious niggas Been that way since the beginning, 'til infinity, nigga Everything is on the ups, but can he deliver? I'll far surpass expectations, the stars amass Life gon' be grand like my father's dad Nigga, we gon' take that crown that you thought you had I said, uh, dump my old bitch 'cause she was too basic (What? Huh?) Now my new girl claimin' that I'm too racist (What?) 'Cause I don't really like green, only blue faces (Yeah, aight) Whole outfit new, to the shoelaces, ugh! They say that he so classy But I just wanna be poppin' like Rico Nasty [Interlude] (—'Kay, we're recording) [Verse 3: Blueface & Cordae] Double-XL just went stupid If he trippin', then he fallin', stupid (Woo) Drop top Martin the Lawrence, my shit ruthless I need a Kim Possible to play with my Rufus (Ugh) Famous Crip, if I pulled up, then she blew it Hate to be my ex-bitch 'cause she salty like some Lucas (Woo) No time for nonsense, I need a deposit I wanted to be rich instead of regular, so I left college (Fuck 'em) I get paid the most just to do the least I get paid to preach the word like a priest It's easy, famous Crip, niggas could never be me You forty, still workin', I spent forty on this Rollie Ooh, sauce drippin' when I'm dressin' (Yeah) Buzzer beater VVSs Ain't text her back, but she still got the message [Outro: Cordae & Blueface, Cordae] Ooh, ow!