[Part I]
[Intro]
(AyJay on the track, so you know I say)
[Verse 1]
I'm a 90's baby, I came up drinkin' Act', I don't sip no Par
2023, bro, get in line, there's a wait list on this car
Wait list on this ho, I give her back, she asked me 'bout a check
I'm NFL lit, just like Sauce Gardner, I hit the ho and jet
Could've been a realtor, got a couple houses round my neck
Nigga pillow talkin', know you tired of yawnin', go get your rest
Real brick baby, Section 8, my cousins WIC babies
I'm a 'Bama boy, I'm thinkin' 'bout startin' a label with Nick Saban
Say I'm in a room with a bitch, and that ho don't wan' fuck
Like a player, I'ma call me a slut, and hit it in front of her
Fo' sho', you know my earring cost a hunnid
Your plans of playing me, you need to cancel the shit like Donda
Give the ho a Plan B, you ain't finna be my baby momma
Oh, you geeked still?
Day ones only, I ain't kickin’ it with no new niggas, hold your feet still
Caught ya man, but he can't duck a taco, wanna beef still
I still ain't signed to a major label yet, I need six mill'
Can't run from no switches even if he zigzags
Money on my head, I double that and put that back on your lil' bitch ass
Took a Tesla in the Tesla, the car can't get gas
No makeup, still a ten, I can't believe the lil' ho this bad
220 on the Redeye, I can't believe the car go this fast
Soon as they see that you a lil' happy, then they get big mad
Free the bros, they had got booked for playing the cards that they was dealt
I'm from where we put in our shirts and stand on cars at the [?]
[?], don't tell me thank you, say you sorry
Me and bro'nem just were horseplayin', now we pull in a Ferrari
[Part 2]
[Intro]
(Twysted Genius)
[Verse 2]
On a bus, he had got bust, shit too hot for the Mega
Lil' bro fly and he be trappin', he know how to get them hoes through Delta
Ho really green, but’ll have your pockets in the red, only if you let her
Fuck you mean? I don't care if he a teen, he still get hit with fully
In the game, I done seen a vet' get took out by a rookie
You ain't got no aim, niggas spinned on you and mistakenly shot your brother
She fakin' pregnant, I gave her abortion money when I know I used a rubber
From the 'jects, where you rob your bro and you better not tell your mother
[?] for the jet, I'ma send that lil' ho right there through American
This ain't that, her time of the month, won't go in if I see blood
This ain't whack, the candy will still float to the bottom like it's mud, he think it's Act'
Everybody on my payroll turnt, and I call my bluff if you try me
I live just like Travis Scott, I'm piping up my Kylie
Go shop in Prada, baby, mix it with the wham, put it in the Grabba Leaf
He livin' backwards he don't get no paper, he'd rather go catch a body
Oh, he think he bad? Lil' bro been in that field so long, I think he lost a knee pad
One opp died, that ain't enough, still incomplete, he hit up the repass
Bro know it ain't no snow down in the South, still rock the ski mask
The hardest worker had bows inside the couch and had a Desert Eagle
When you floor it, pedal to the metal
Bulletproof the Trackhawk, you know they say birds flock together
He got shot and can't walk, therapy gettin' his nerves back together
She clean up real nice, she in her bag, she got every pair of Bottega
Ho, you playin', she brought her sleeping bag
Wanna nut? Call up a black truck, she ain't stayin'
Been a few years since I coughed, I'm pourin' mud bro, me, and Dann
Know your stylist'll probably faint if I deactivate my 'Gram
They tryna see who dress, go tell 'em free lil' Jeff
Left his ass at the light, money for a member, it shouldn't be no turn, we got the traffic light
Inside the driveway when I'm rockin' Goyard, 12 hit the spot
Took him to the station, now he ain't got no charge, you a whole rat
But his block ain't got no morals, you still a dope boy
