Pop on that shit, I might spaz
When I pop out with bands, I might f*ck on your friend, she talking like, "shit oh my gosh"
We gone swerve and then press with that heat, we coming to light that boy up fast
I don't know what they trying to be
I don't know why they act
I've been popping my shit and I tell 'em I'm on go
Hop out that shit in my mode
I'm on that bean with my mink, my Cudi, my slime
They calling the young nigga G.O.A.T.
All of my belts, they double-G real
I need my cup, my double-T chilled
How you wanna do it
How you wanna feel
How are you not on my level
Keep it on go like green, no push start I gotta run for my team
These niggas not in my league, I swear them boys folding like laundry
Talk about money let's see, I swear that bitch going around the globe
Niggas still talking about me, I hope that you niggas is bound to grow
I ran up my check and my dollars ain't fitting
Double O, Bond a mission
I popped up a seal and I fell to my feet
Swear that the molly-hitting
My racks I spend it, my car is tinted
My wrist is cooler, my balls is bigger
My mink, Osama, blowing the bitch
We take the loot, we run a ticket
I ran up my sack and I run up my dough
I need that check and a lot of it
I need that sack like I merry the hoe
I'm trynna Gucci and Prada in it
My Coupe, my Aventador, bands, I'm living
These niggas ain't f*cking with my shit
These niggas ain't f*cking with me like this
I tell em' all
They'd tell you what it isn't, I got bands I got riches
They f*cking with my dollars up, and I swear they ain't living
Got fentanyl on my ears
I'm trynna defend my peers
I got two stacks, and my pockets fat
And the hoes they come near
Pop on that shit, I might spaz
When I pop out with bands, I might f*ck on your friend, she talking like, "shit oh my gosh"
We gone swerve and then press with that heat, we coming to light that boy up fast
I don't know what they trying to be
I don't know why they act
I've been popping my shit and I tell 'em I'm on go
Hop out that shit in my mode
I'm on that bean with my mink, my Cudi, my slime
They calling the young nigga G.O.A.T.
All of my belts, they double-G real
I need my cup, my double-T chilled
How you wanna do it
How you wanna feel
How are you not on my level
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Pop on that shit, I might spaz
When I pop out with bands, I might f*ck on your friend, she talking like, "shit oh my gosh"
We gone swerve and then press with that heat, we coming to light that boy up fast
I don't know what they trying to be
I don't know why they act
I've been popping my shit and I tell 'em I'm on go
Hop out that shit in my mode
I'm on that bean with my mink, my Cudi, my slime
They calling the young nigga G.O.A.T.
All of my belts, they double-G real
I need my cup, my double-T chilled
How you wanna do it
How you wanna feel
How are you not on my level
Keep it on go like green, no push start I gotta run for my team
These niggas not in my league, I swear them boys folding like laundry
Talk about money let's see, I swear that bitch going around the globe
Niggas still talking about me, I hope that you niggas is bound to grow
I ran up my check and my dollars ain't fitting
Double O, Bond a mission
I popped up a seal and I fell to my feet
Swear that the molly-hitting
My racks I spend it, my car is tinted
My wrist is cooler, my balls is bigger
My mink, Osama, blowing the bitch
We take the loot, we run a ticket
I ran up my sack and I run up my dough
I need that check and a lot of it
I need that sack like I merry the hoe
I'm trynna Gucci and Prada in it
My Coupe, my Aventador, bands, I'm living
These niggas ain't f*cking with my shit
These niggas ain't f*cking with me like this
I tell em' all
They'd tell you what it isn't, I got bands I got riches
They f*cking with my dollars up, and I swear they ain't living
Got fentanyl on my ears
I'm trynna defend my peers
I got two stacks, and my pockets fat
And the hoes they come near
Pop on that shit, I might spaz
When I pop out with bands, I might f*ck on your friend, she talking like, "shit oh my gosh"
We gone swerve and then press with that heat, we coming to light that boy up fast
I don't know what they trying to be
I don't know why they act
I've been popping my shit and I tell 'em I'm on go
Hop out that shit in my mode
I'm on that bean with my mink, my Cudi, my slime
They calling the young nigga G.O.A.T.
All of my belts, they double-G real
I need my cup, my double-T chilled
How you wanna do it
How you wanna feel
How are you not on my level
When I pop out with bands, I might f*ck on your friend, she talking like, "shit oh my gosh"
We gone swerve and then press with that heat, we coming to light that boy up fast
I don't know what they trying to be
I don't know why they act
I've been popping my shit and I tell 'em I'm on go
Hop out that shit in my mode
I'm on that bean with my mink, my Cudi, my slime
They calling the young nigga G.O.A.T.
All of my belts, they double-G real
I need my cup, my double-T chilled
How you wanna do it
How you wanna feel
How are you not on my level
Keep it on go like green, no push start I gotta run for my team
These niggas not in my league, I swear them boys folding like laundry
Talk about money let's see, I swear that bitch going around the globe
Niggas still talking about me, I hope that you niggas is bound to grow
I ran up my check and my dollars ain't fitting
Double O, Bond a mission
I popped up a seal and I fell to my feet
Swear that the molly-hitting
My racks I spend it, my car is tinted
My wrist is cooler, my balls is bigger
My mink, Osama, blowing the bitch
We take the loot, we run a ticket
I ran up my sack and I run up my dough
I need that check and a lot of it
I need that sack like I merry the hoe
I'm trynna Gucci and Prada in it
My Coupe, my Aventador, bands, I'm living
These niggas ain't f*cking with my shit
These niggas ain't f*cking with me like this
I tell em' all
They'd tell you what it isn't, I got bands I got riches
They f*cking with my dollars up, and I swear they ain't living
Got fentanyl on my ears
I'm trynna defend my peers
I got two stacks, and my pockets fat
And the hoes they come near
Pop on that shit, I might spaz
When I pop out with bands, I might f*ck on your friend, she talking like, "shit oh my gosh"
We gone swerve and then press with that heat, we coming to light that boy up fast
I don't know what they trying to be
I don't know why they act
I've been popping my shit and I tell 'em I'm on go
Hop out that shit in my mode
I'm on that bean with my mink, my Cudi, my slime
They calling the young nigga G.O.A.T.
All of my belts, they double-G real
I need my cup, my double-T chilled
How you wanna do it
How you wanna feel
How are you not on my level
Writer: Lealem Tesfaye
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