2020 Lyrics

(That's ok Peter)

(That's ok Peter I got you)

(Gunna)

Brand new twenty twenty I remember I couldn't afford shit

Got that bitch tinted out plus it came with a sports kit

Cut the bitch off she was bugging and I get annoyed quick

Cold hearted but they remember I used to torch shit

Fashion brands all in my inbox want to endorse me

Twenty twenty three what don't pay me it don't concern me

Balanzi hit me up say they want to keep me icy

Keep it in their face just cause I know they don't like me

Foreign whips and benjis all that's on my mind

Time is money and I'm down to save every dime

Make them feel every line now that's what I call a punch line

Spend my money in the hood rocking my people clothing line

Dark nigga always knew I was going to shine

I just hit a couple of times dog naw she ain't mine

All that internet beefing y'all really just wasting time

Cause if it's real smoke somebody momma should be crying

I don't going back and forth that's what they made these Glocks for

All that rah rah for attention handle business up the score

I ain't going back and forth ain't that what this Glock for

All that rah rah for attention tell them come and up the score (Bitch)

Brand new twenty twenty I remember I couldn't afford shit

Got that bitch tinted out plus it came with a sports kit

Cut the bitch off she was bugging and I get annoyed quick

Cold hearted but they remember I used to torch shit

Fashion brands all in my inbox want to endorse me

Twenty twenty three what don't pay me it don't concern me

Balanzi hit me up say they want to keep me icy

Keep it in their face just cause I know they don't like me

Now once again I don't want no problem but if you want a problem then you got it

I be trying to keep it cordial

What's all the smoke about naw that question was rhetorical

Y'all really hating up on a nigga who punch the clock on Oracle (nine to five)

But fuck it I'm down nigga what's up

I'm burning niggas like alcohol yea I be all in the cut

And I'm really down to ride I got my strap let's buckle up

It's going to hurt when I spank your ass tell your momma toughen up

Naw the whip ain't a GT but I drive it like it is

And the bitch ain't a dime but I still treat her like she a ten

Ain't nobody get hit up when we hit the block spin again

And we going to spin and spin again send y'all all up with the wind (Bitch)

Brand new twenty twenty I remember I couldn't afford shit

Got that bitch tinted out plus it came with a sports kit

Cut the bitch off she was bugging and I get annoyed quick

Cold hearted but they remember I used to torch shit

Fashion brands all in my inbox want to endorse me

Twenty twenty three what don't pay me it don't concern me

Balanzi hit me up say they want to keep me icy

Keep it in their face just cause I know they don't like me

(That's ok Peter)