music! ft. oxy! Lyrics

They be like, how you do it

I just be rapping this shit on my own lil bitch pursuing

Haters gon' turn up my music

Haters be mad I'm amusing

Telling me that I ain't shit

They turn right around and start turning my music

You cannot tell me you a fan

Bitch I be feel like the man

I go a put some wokhard in my system bitch I'ma make the choppers bland

Yeah we gon' turn this bitch up to the ceiling man I ain't talking bout' a fan

Yeah we gon' shoot out the van

I'm rich bitch need no advance

Come get yo homie, yeah we taking all his bands

And I just dropped all the money that was in my pockets yeah, my pants

And I got like 20 minutes inside a private jet fore' I land

When I say that the racks came in, bitch they in my hand

Like bro come get yo hoe

Hit her we kicking the door

I just be getting these racks lil bitch I'm making like 2K a show

Luvrr! how many bands you got, I don't know

Stuck in my head, looking like a trophy

Like 200 bands I'm hoping

Me and oxy, we swerving the SRT, we go round the block with a pole

On me, got a bad bitch on me, and you know that's how it goes

Bitch I murder the beat like I'm a killer but no I'm no psycho

That lil bitch, she have my music on repeat, yeah, put a cyclone

They be like, how you do it

I just be rapping this shit on my own lil bitch pursuing

Haters gon' turn up my music

Haters be mad I'm amusing

Telling me that I ain't shit

They turn right around and start turning my music

You cannot tell me you a fan

Bitch I be feel like the man

I go a put some wokhard in my system bitch I'ma make the choppers bland

Yeah we gon' turn this bitch up to the ceiling man I ain't talking bout' a fan

Yeah we gon' shoot out the van

I'm rich bitch need no advance

They be like what you doing

I'm in my own world I'm just cooling

Ain't focused on a bitch only focus on music

Try to touch my neck, swear to god I wont lose it

I run up a check

Got ice on my neck

I'm really the best

So fuck all the rest

You niggas is pests

Not even a vet

But I move like a vet

Came in with a Tech

Wokhard all in my body

I'm with yo bitch she tweaking (oh)

Hit from the back have her geeking (oh)

Tell me I sound like The Weekend (oh)

(Ohh ahh, oh ah, oh ah)

I got like 20 more minutes until I go

I'm like bye bitch

She taking my side bitch

That lil hoe got mileage

She wanna know like where I been

He is in last, like he's not him

SRT, the windows dim

I ain't see you round here

So don't stay around here, no

They be like, how you do it

I just be rapping this shit on my own lil bitch pursuing

Haters gon' turn up my music

Haters be mad I'm amusing

Telling me that I ain't shit

They turn right around and start turning my music

You cannot tell me you a fan

Bitch I be feel like the man

I go a put some wokhard in my system bitch I'ma make the choppers bland

Yeah we gon' turn this bitch up to the ceiling man I ain't talking bout' a fan

Yeah we gon' shoot out the van

I'm rich bitch need no advance