Stimulus Lyrics

Oh, I been making you mad, you bringing that hater shit back

Ayy Dos drop that hot shit

Why they wanna pop all that lip when they can't even show you a rack

I just might pop out it been a lil minute

I put that bitch in rotation, I'm getting chicken rotisserie

Oh you had thought you the one, bitch, you ain't none, period

Said she ain't done it before, shit, come get experience

Ain't gotta settle for credit, if I do then my face is Experian

I shop with the China man, he give me bubbas, these baggies is immigrant

My life is a cinema, they need to film me the way I be killing it

The way I be workin my wrist, it's feelin' free like the stimulus

Two doors on the coupe, I got them in rows of fours

She wanna roll for sure, I'm knocking it down like a bowling ball

I need the one, yeah, the one with the nose for sure

Must've thought you the one, ain't know you was over for

I got a gun, I got a blicky

Cause I be knowing, shit can get sticky

Cause I be knowing, shit can get tricky

Bitch I'm the Hefner, how you gon' trick me

Bitch, I be poppin my shit like the fish in the grease

You know I get hot like the kitchen

You would just loud while you was doubting the kid

But now all I hear is the crickets

I can go gamble on myself, fuck Fan Duel, cause I'm the ticket

Why the hell your belt be blickin

B.B. Simon on me bippin

Too turned up, go find me ritalin

They don't want me in my rhythm

We can war up like the civil

cus this dog shit on Sza

I just might pop out it been a lil minute

I put that bitch in rotation, I'm getting chicken rotisserie

Oh you had thought you the one, bitch, you ain't none, period

Said she ain't done it before, shit, come get experience

Ain't gotta settle for credit, if I do then my face is Experian

I shop with the China man, he give me bubbas, these baggies is immigrant

My life is a cinema, they need to film me the way I be killing it

The way I be workin my wrist, it's feelin' free like the stimulus

Oh, I been making you mad you bringing that hater shit back

I'd rather go play with a bag for sure

Go hang in the trap

I heard you were dropping some salt on the kid while knowing it's cap

Why they wan pop all that lip when they can't even show you a rack

Two doors on the coupe

I got them in rows and fours

She wanna roll for sure

I'm knocking it down like a bowling ball

Must've thought you the one

Ain't know you was over for