MVP! Lyrics

I was just watchin' niggas ball, now I'm the MVP

Know they poppin' up whenever I call, them youngins gon' spin for me

Yellow diamonds wrapped around my neck, my guap chain pissed on me

Whenever I get the guap, pass to my dawgs, feel like I'm pistol-Pete

I know my twin gon' score for sure, don't blow from far, go get up close

Can't come around them niggas' hoes, they come around, they'll get exposed

His name ain't right, I heard he told, you still kick it with him though

You still hit licks with him though, what's to these niggas, I just don't get them

Heads turnin' whenever I walk in the building, expensive drip, walk in Givenchy

Yo, hoe wanna fuck, she lookin' tempted, hit a nigga bitch, then I mind my business

Anything after that, that's not my business

Getting high off, this cup drank got me lifted

556s make him turn around and sing like Shirley Temple

How you livin'? I been out of town, can't lie, this shit get risky

Niggas dissin', put him in a pound and ship him to the dispensary

My bitch fragrance definitely Chanel, I ain't bout her no Tiffany

Like what he said, just go and get him now, it ain't no reason for delay

Money comin' in for sure, it don't matter the time of day

Bitch boy don't come around and die tryna hit a stain

Bitch boy don't come around plottin', you gon' meet your fate

And hell nah, I ain't one for savin' hoes, I don't wear no capes

And hell nah, I ain't one for chasin' hoes, I go chase some pape

Matter fact, don't even hit my line unless you got Hartland or Chase

Sport mode the whip, who wanna race, 12 at the light, take him on chase

Spot me a opp, hang out the window right now, I'm tryna take off his face

Like what?

Boom boom boom

I'm tryna take off his face, skirt off on scene

Don't leave a trace

Red on this shirt

Shit look like paint

holes in his shirt, now he wear bottom up

Bag that boy tell the ambulance to zip him up

bag that boy, tell him put him in the trunk

He done

My killer ain't right, he be slidin' for fun

Call him Travis Barker cause he stay with a drum

Not your average Gauper

This shit coming in lumps

what you did in the past, we don't give a fuck

Pull up on his block, then dump, pull up on his block, post up

Heard he caught a body like, yeah, so what?

At the end of the day, that shit don't mean nothin

Niggas speak on lil' Trent, I'ma get shit done, yeah

For sure that, you know that, like Long live, my brother

Bitch, I spent the cool rack just on my shoes, you know that they Prada, bitch

I be on some cool shit, but these niggas be hatin', I don't know why they be on my dick

know they wanna see me down, bad, but fuck them

I'm still out here tryna get rich

Make them boys call a quits

Ain't no throwin' no play to your bro

When its smoke watch, how quick and get picked

Nigga pulled up with mid, talkin' bout it was za

Hell nah, I ain't buyin' this shit, the fuck is you laced

The day niggas play

Is the day, niggas gettin' slayed like, nigga, ain't nobody safe

Like, nigga, ain't nobody makin' it, chop get to baking him

Turn a nigga to a pastry, bitch, woah

Huh

I was just watchin' niggas ball, now I'm the MVP

Know they poppin' up whenever I call, them youngins gon' spin for me

Yellow diamonds wrapped around my neck, my Guap chain, pissed on me

Whenever I get the guap, pass to my dawgs, feel like I'm Pistol Pete

Whenever I get the guap, pass to my dawgs, bitch, I'm not Pistol P At all nigga

Nah, why