Wasn't Impressed Lyrics

Yeah, we getting money

Yeah, just for the hell of it

Right at the end

We gon be hella rich

Who the fuck is that boy, yeah, the one talking hella shit

He really mad his lil ass still irrelevant

Slide in the coupe, bitch, the engine a hellephant

Dripped in designer, the fabrics too crazy

I don't even know how the fuck I be spelling it

Walk in my closet got hella drip

Hella sticks, hella clips

Won't run out of ammo

We go where you can't go

I'ma hit that party

Bands I throw

Yo bitch all up on the kid, man, she too throwed

I threw diamonds on my neck, I wasn't impressed by that lil gold

We on crazy shit everyday

I ain't impressed by yo lil goals

You in a average whip

We just pulled up in that mother fucking Rolls

Balling like Rose

Give the bag to my bros

I pay no mind to no petty ass hoe

Switch up the whip like I switch up my flows

Uh, punch like a heavyweight champ, need my belt

Too much drip, swimming in shit, Michael Phelps

I don't know you, bitch, don't ask for no help

Opps mad as fuck cause we giving em hell

Miri the jeans, Prada the belt

Take what we need off the mother fucking shelf

Why you talking bout me, you took a thousand L's

Talking bout me, you need some help mentally

I'ma hop in, kill shit, like it's meant to be

If you don't want the fucking smoke, don't mention me

Last thing I said to the opps was rest in peace

Cook up the flows

On the beats, Donny, he got the recipe

If you not gang, no, you cannot stand next to me

Ain't rocking Nike, I'm rocking Balenci

You can still go and write checks to me

Balenci, balenci, balenci

This chop gon hit you, it ain't friendly

The way these boys acting need Emmys

Put a switch on the glock, it ain't semi

Bro put Wock in his cup, that ain't Henny

I put trust in myself, bitch, I'm ready

I put trust in myself, bitch, I'm ready

Hit the show and the crowd they go crazy

Why yo lady she want have my baby

I make moves and I flex so you hate me

But the life that we live is too crazy

556 we ain't shooting 380's

We pull up in some drip like the navy

Why in the fuck is that boy talking shady

Long as he know that he could never play me