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Fah, fah
Fft-bee
Gang
(Sensei, I hate you)
Don't hit my phone if you on some dumb shit
Hit your ho from the back, damn, shawty bussin'
That boy went pale when I seen him in public
I know some real alias shooters, they bustin'
Spent a band on these Dior pants or somethin'
Your bitch on her hands and knees, she suckin'
But I'm me, ho, what you tryna do, though?
Wake up in the AM and pourin' up two fours
I feel like Kobe Bryant 'cause I got two fours
I'm gettin' my bands up, long live Veno
Takin' shots at the opps, feelin' like a free throw
I'm a limitless shooter, I'm shootin' from deep, though
Want a feature from me, nigga, it ain't for free, though
I'm gettin' my chips, nigga, no Fritos
Shout out my brothers, they bringin' in kilos
These niggas be squares like the pizzas at Ledo's
If I pass you the stick, is you really gon' blow that bitch?
Said he got a tool, but he never show that shit
We pop out to the show and we turn up that bitch
These niggas be mad they bitch turn up my diss
He flexin' on the 'Gram, we make him a lick
These niggas be fans, they just ask for a pic
Made a lot of new friends, I ain't ask for that shit
But mama always told me rack it up
I'ma get me a bad-ass bitch and I'ma sack it up
Your mixtape trash, nigga need to wrap it up
Spent a lot of money, nigga, gotta add it up
If a nigga act funny, then he gettin' cut
I'm destined for this shit, nigga, this ain't luck
Your bitch blessin' my tip, nigga, when she suck
Shawty wanna fuck on me because I'm up
Glock 19 lay his ass down like a rug
Don't hit my phone if you on some dumb shit
Hit your ho from the back, damn, shawty bussin'
That boy went pale when I seen him in public
I know some real alias shooters, they bustin'
Spent a band on these Dior pants or somethin'
Your bitch on her hands and knees, she suckin'
But I'm me, ho, what you tryna do, though?
Wake up in the AM and pourin' up two fours
I feel like Kobe Bryant 'cause I got two fours
I'm gettin' my bands up, long live Veno
Takin' shots at the opps, feelin' like a free throw
I'm a limitless shooter, I'm shootin' from deep, though
Want a feature from me, nigga, it ain't for free, though
I'm gettin' my chips, nigga, no Fritos
Shout out my brothers, they bringin' in kilos
These niggas be squares like the pizzas at Ledo's
WRITERS
Cody Rounds, David Wallace, Tywonn Within, William Lambert
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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