Lyrics

[Verse 1: Samara Cyn, YTB Fatt & Ray Vaughn] Bitch, I'm sayin' God gave me this rap Came in a freshman, but, bitch, I'm a mack Cool lil' voice, lil' Nelly Furtado Racks on me with a face like a model Keep it covered up, but this body is a bottle If I let this ass out, they gon' crash full throttle Brand new tee, can't fuck with me Tongue too sharp, ho, cutlery Shouldn't have gave me no money, now you stuck with me He broke up with a star, so it's up with me He can't even blink without seein' me everywhere We're seein' black and move the culture like Fеbruary (Yeah) Some drop no images, bad clips (Yеah) Tight line, tight fool, no obituaries No careers no more, just field trips I'm finna bring the class back from the cemetery Come on, I feel like Mike Jones Four-four still tippin' yeah He thought I done barkin' Had told me to mama, I'm bitchin' Nah, y'all think I'm a bitch That's gon' listen to bitchin'? (No) Mmm, I'm thinkin' more niggas should get in that kitchen I'm thinkin' more niggas should get in that kitchen (Yeah) I'm thinkin' more niggas should get in that kitchen (Yeah) I'm thinkin' more niggas should get in that kitchen (Man, what?) Thinkin' more niggas should get in that— Woah, woah [Interlude: Ray Vaughn] Look [Verse 2: Ray Vaughn, YTB Fatt & Eem Triplin,YTB Fatt & Eem Triplin] I'm scared to know where I go when I die Been lightin' shit up like the Fourth of July From where we see death, but don't nobody cry Ain't got a tool, better grab a supply (Yeah) Fisherman, I keep a pole by my side (Yeah) You weren't raised around here, you ain't goin' outside He killed your brother, how he still alive? Niggas get ran when they heard I arrived (Yeah) Not a gang member, should hang by yourself Own the rules to the game, so I play by myself Pullin' cards, went with the hand I was dealt Buryin' my big cuz, you ain't see how it felt Trappin' in school and that got me expelled Been through hell and I'm makin' it clear as Propel Jehovah's Witness, we ringin' your bell Niggas are— niggas (Yeah, yeah) Niggas'll blame me for bein' broke (Yeah) How you mad when you got the same twenty four? (Yeah) I talk numbers, I speak Roman numerals (Yeah) Bitch, I'ma be late to my funeral (Yeah) Tried to cross me and think I ain't notice it Ain't your money, then why is you postin' it? (What?) Ain't your money, then why is you postin' it? (What?) Bitch, I'm bigheaded like Ethiopians I'm a good guy for nothin', I turn into Chucky After I fuck, I don't want you to touch me Claim 'em niggas can't get to me cookin' (Yur) I cannot fuck you if your feet is ugly Hang with you niggas, you square like a guppy Singin' too much, you a Jigglypuff-y Slide through the D and I'm stoppin' that buddy Skinny-ass nigga but pockets is chubby Throw that shit back, throw that shit back (Okay) Niggas act like me but they cannot rap (On God) Double-XL, I'm givin' 'em hell (Huh? Yeah) It's better this then to sit in a cell Damn (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: YTB Fatt] That's how it sound when the fire come, huh When it's [?] I'll be in a coma Double-XL with a big gun I remember sleepin' with a bedbug This life, I can't hand to 'em I might scream "Let bro do it" Money sayin' "How they fold two dubs?" Bitches sayin' "How they fold two dubs?" Came in the game with my thugs Hatin' niggas, the other side get hung For the cash, he gon' hit who he love For the cash, he gon' hit who he love Bro know I came here with a drum Too fuckin' rich to fall in love Outside, pop the Don Outside, pop the Don [Verse 4: Eem Triplin & YTB Fatt] Do a temp' check on me, I ain't like these niggas Hothead, I get a right with a nigga I get in your mind like a psychic Separate Eem from the rest with a hyphen, nigga I was down bad in the projects But I made it out, bein' broke ain't like me, nigga I give a damn what he said, it's off with his head I don't take shit lightly, my nigga Rubber band Man, you could call me "Run It Up Man" Mr. Run It Up Man Five-star hoes pullin' up, tryna fuck him (What?) I never cuff them I could really give a damn what the opps said 'Cause I got more money than him (Yeah) He ain't talkin' when there's money involved You can call me when the check land I woke up, got a check, spent a check Then I made another check (Yeah, yeah) Then I spent that new check up on my neck Like I don't give a fuck about it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Nigga, I'd hate me too If I was you, I can't even doubt it (Yeah, yeah) I pay his mama rent (Yeah) Make that nigga feel less a man about it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Checks on me like Nike Tell her I'm a freshman (What's good?) Need a Double-XL white tee (What?) Like I'm Soulja Boy (What?) Who is you? Don't know that boy (What?) Get my crew to show that boy (What?) Hoes blowin' up my phone I think I'm startin' to get annoyed (What?) Project baby, I was on the block Now I got a M in stocks (What?) Now I'm drippin' Louis V But no, I am not Skateboard P Japanese denim jeans (What?) Cost more than a wedding ring (What?) I'm on a Cardo beat Feel like I'm up off ketamine Damn! (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 5: GELO, YTB Fatt & Ray Vaughn, YTB Fatt & Ray Vaughn] Move, bitch Get out the way (Let's do it) I feel like I'm Ludacris When I'm speedin' on that e-way (What?) You bitches so new to this Been the realest way before my b-day (What?) Hit my bitch from the back Had to run it back, put my bitch in replay Cum on my shit more than once I know how to bump, hit my bitch the G way Blue shirt stuffed up in my pocket Put it on your top, bitch, he goin' the seaway Niggas always talkin' shit If didn't hoop, I could flip a brick But I don't fuck with no laws or feds (Yeah) I just keep my mind stuck on gettin' rich (Yeah, hahahahaha) Cuz say he havin' motion (Hahahahaha) These niggas soft, soundin' like a bitch Only motion I got, nigga In them trigger fingers when we dumpin' clips (Yeah) Check the fit, bitches look at me Exclusive shit, straight from BBD Been a gangsta since three years old How the fuck you think they call me "G3"? (Yeah) Undefeated, nigga, any battle How the fuck these niggas gon' defeat me? (Yeah) Been whoppin' niggas since a lil' one How the fuck these niggas gon' beat me? (Yeah) Don't make no sense, bitch, repent Niggas partyin' and missin' rent Told my dog "Take two of his" Now them niggas lookin' for some missin' pics