Incoming message, my bread not Counterfeit
I waited patient for my chips, it's Not your turn It's just yo' shift
I was first in line, and they was Askin who gon' Shine
The message was so sublime
Victoria, she my lil' secret, told Her, I don't Need it, get the bands, You bet' not leave it Hit His head And left em' bleeding
I get money every season, in the trap not Leavin'
I'ma get them P's in, Lil' bro break That shit in
Get hit in his shit then, we can Spin with many Men
Told my brother, stop spendin' the Benz, but he Still spin again
Chopstick take your ligaments,
He got on What I left him in, fried Him now he heaven Sent
Incoming message, my bread not Counterfeit
I waited patient for my chips, it's Not your turn It's just yo' shift
Clock in, then you dip, Glocky on My hip
Advise you not to try me if you Scared to feel This bitch
R4L they is behind, me we would Hate to let it Hit, hate to let it hit, Glocky on my hip
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, got the Ocean on my wrist
You can't stop this motion, yeah, I Got used to this
Yeah, I used to it, floodin' off in The whip
Could get two f*cks about a Ticket, yeah, I'm Bippin' this Bitcg
Incoming message, my bread not Counterfeit
I waited patient for my chips, it's Not your turn It's just yo' shift