For The Record Lyrics

(LP)

(Like woo)

(Trill shit)

(I'm turnt up to shit y'all ain't know 'bout)

Nigga it's hot out

I'm thinking left wrist or right wrist to cool down

I'm getting active, you bringing the mood down

Nigga I'm spinnin', nigga you trippin'

Nigga let's get it, nigga I'm in it

(Trill shit, go, go)

So unserious

Why the fuck would I argue with niggas who stupid, delirious

Niggas washed up cause I'm drowning these niggas for riding my wave, had to close the aquarium

Matter a' fact, niggas thinking they spooky or sum, who the fuck niggas scaring?

For the record, you ain't ever top this

For the record, you niggas is still on the chop list

For the record, these niggas do pop shit, change up they image and still end up fljopping

For the record, these niggas go bat shit 'bout Paula but then they still end back up flocking

My hits heavy like Santa, niggas wanna get tough, got some presents to pop out the stockings

He move wrong then I'm Patrick, get to rockin'

My catalog gone NASDAQ, stocking

This shit bigger than me so for sure this shit bigger than you (Let's get it)

I was just back to back, nigga I'm Drizzy but feel like I'm K Dot cause niggas ain't seeing me through

For the record, I was out in STL drunker than bitch, how I'm rockin'

Can't bring up talent so streams be the topic

Best get you a paycheck to pay for that option

For the record, I'm it

And you not, we ain't twinnin'

For the record I play my own music to slide on an opp so he know that I did it, let's get it

For the record got niggas who do what I say, they got blickies with titties and them bitches sittin'

Nigga I'm spinnin',

Nigga you trippin'

Nigga let's get it

Nigga I'm in it (Woo)

For the record, I'm him

Got it hot, he ain't winnin'

For the record, I'm clocking these niggas with no sense of timing, flat rate by the minute (Let's get it)

For the record got niggas what do what I say man, I even got youngings, I got my lil minions

Nigga I'm spinnin'

Nigga you trippin'

Nigga let's get it

Nigga I'm in it (Woo)

B-B-Bitch I'm still D1

I got the ball in my court and I'm shooting the ball for we begun

Mac in the trunk and the 'fah in the front, brodie riding around with a blunt and a big gun

(Let me tell y'all sum real quick)

I don't care 'bout these niggas, be gone

I never cheat, I just ask for a threesome

He tried to run up and tripped, get his knees gone

Get off the net with your lil pussy ass

Four in the blunt, smoking on cookies, grass

I Stephen the shot for my niggas, just pass

If you needed some help with the rap shit, just ask

Still on ass, still in the cut

Nigga I'm trill, you just a front

Study my lines, get you a bump

Try to run up with my niggas, we jump

For the record, I'm it

And you not, we ain't twinnin'

For the record I play my own music to slide on an opp so he know that I did it, let's get it

For the record got niggas who do what I say, they got blickies with titties and them bitches sittin'

Nigga I'm spinnin',

Nigga you trippin'

Nigga let's get it

Nigga I'm in it (Woo)

For the record, I'm him

Got it hot, he ain't winnin'

For the record, I'm clocking these niggas with no sense of timing, flat rate by the minute (Let's get it)

For the record got niggas what do what I say man, I even got youngings, I got my lil minions

(Nigga I'm spinnin')

(Nigga you trippin')

(Nigga let's get it)

(Nigga I'm in it, alright)

(For the record)