INTRO ft. Fyelow Lyrics

Aye

Ridin' round town with that shit on me

Chelsea the kit on me

Too many bitches can't fit on me

I like the way she gon get on me

Drive my shit on E

Still throw a dub at yall big homie

She need a seat I said sit on me

Open his top put a lid on eem

Why would you shit on me?

Foreal

You know that shit was a bad decision

My bitch Purdy like she got passing vision

See MC's I don't have to mention

Soon as I step in the room I grab attention

Even Helen Keller listen

See my new bitch she a trip but she never trippin

Cause my bitches bring better bitches

Yall niggas struggle to cross on the goal line

This shit 4th & forever inches

Speaking of 4 first 48

We ain't goin' for shit ask 4-7

Niggas be talkin' crazy and askin' for favors

But they ain't got no leverage

Used to be RTA riding

But now I put money aside and I count extras

And if you hated on me take you and your girl

And go jump off of Mount Everest

You niggas rappers you actors and roleplayers

You should go get on FiveM

I do this for niggas thats putting the time in

Check to check but surviving

For my niggas who not always gettin' the credit

But using they credit providing

For my niggas who in situations that I've been

That'll kill for reviving okay

I say I tell you one thing about it

I know that these niggas ain't about it

Been a while since I carried a wallet

Skrt off on the bank when I make a deposit

I'm ridin' around with a trick in the bag

I carry myself cause I been in my bag

My foot full of shit cause I'm kickin' they ass

This ain't graduation can't give em a pass

My bitch she get mad at a nigga

She talkin' bout period

End of a sentence

She always be after a nigga

I'm ridin' around the city the fully is with me

I'm tryna go pack up a nigga

I took his lil' hoe I went back to the city

Don't ask me what happened lil nigga

I hit from the back put a battery in it

I feel like a master just got me a new whip

Got him a stick but he ain't finna use it

I shot at the teachers when I was in school

I ain't have a pencil but had me a rule

He ain't gettin' chicken he fuckin' with tuna

I might spin da bin that don't mean I'm the shooter

Remember back then it was oodles & noodles

Now I got a five-star plate in the pool

I know she an eater put her on a diet

I know that I'm trippin' I just wanna try it

I just cut her off but it felt like a win

If I fucked on you once I could do it again

All of my dollars Azul like they hate red

Don't carry cash it's a nuisance

Look who I'm fuckin' again just like Drake said

All my bills got a blue tint aye

I'm on 270 runnin' a checkup

She gon' offer the neck up

Really be stackin' my shit like a staircase

Why I'm always a step up uh

I feel like ever since I put my head down

Bitches givin' the legs up

Why she gon' listen for everything I do?

This bitch thinks she Alexa

Huh okay

These niggas tired as fuck

Nigga I'm hot I'm fire as fuck

Nigga I'm high I'm fried as fuck

And I'm on hots he was tryna be cool

So I'm upping the fire and I'm firin' em up

Nigga owe bread and he try to hit road

I'ma aim at the whip he gon' die in the truck (okay)