Niggas just make it happen, your nigga is poor, I'm laughin
I got a fine lil' bitch, she likin' my fit, I put her on fashion
Niggas be lit on the gram, I see them in person, they don't know static
I got some fine shit in a batmobile and she callin' me daddy
Man, f*ck this underground shit, all that cap rap y'all niggas doin
I swear to God, that shit be hurtin' my ears Man, f*ck this underground shit
I caught that boy in traffic, turn on my headlights, he look like a deer
I'm ridin' around with a vibe, she givin' me head when I'm tryin' to steer
We tryna send that boy up to the sky, yeah, with his partners
Think you gon' take somethin', all my body, it's gon' cost ya
Ridin' in the batmobile, see the blue lights, and I lost him
Niggas think money just grow on trees, that is your motherf*ckin' problem
F*ck that nigga, I'm wildin', nigga might look wrong, then I just might pop him
I be with niggas that really be robbin'
You be with him, then we takin' on Batman and Robin
F*ck that nigga, stop stallin', chrome heart rings on my fingers
I play for the warriors, nigga, I'm ballin
She givin' me brain, gotta get head on her shoulders, her niggas so awesome
2-2-3, now that lil' nigga fallin
7-6-2, zero, that's how much I spent on these motherf*ckin' garments Nigga broke and that shit be alarmin
Tear up the tire in a motherf*ckin' Charger
I got some niggas that's headin' out fades, you won't get clipped by no motherf*ckin' barber
I'm on the south side with my potnas, all these dreadheads, they're like the Rastas
Them lil' Oldhead niggas be lame as hell, nigga, I'll go f*ck your daughter
Young nigga lame as hell, can't walk like this, he can't talk like this, and that's it
And if any nigga try to play with my guys, or play with my bitch
Then you better be ready to up that stick, lil' bitch
I'm on the block with 6, play with the gang, get dipped
I go Subi jeans and Louis V belt, but that bitch come off my hip
Japanese garments can tell by the rip
F*ck that underground shit, I'm him
Y'all want a new sound, but when you get it, y'all just be tearin' it down
Then go hop in the comments, talk on that shit, lil' nigga, you look like a clown
I ain't no internet, nigga, I'm tryna smile to the motherf*ckin' frown
We got the city lit, nigga, fine lil' shit tryna take me down
She livin' the life and shit, guess what, bitch, look at me now
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Niggas just make it happen, your nigga is poor, I'm laughin
I got a fine lil' bitch, she likin' my fit, I put her on fashion
Niggas be lit on the gram, I see them in person, they don't know static
I got some fine shit in a batmobile and she callin' me daddy
Man, f*ck this underground shit, all that cap rap y'all niggas doin
I swear to God, that shit be hurtin' my ears Man, f*ck this underground shit
I caught that boy in traffic, turn on my headlights, he look like a deer
I'm ridin' around with a vibe, she givin' me head when I'm tryin' to steer
We tryna send that boy up to the sky, yeah, with his partners
Think you gon' take somethin', all my body, it's gon' cost ya
Ridin' in the batmobile, see the blue lights, and I lost him
Niggas think money just grow on trees, that is your motherf*ckin' problem
F*ck that nigga, I'm wildin', nigga might look wrong, then I just might pop him
I be with niggas that really be robbin'
You be with him, then we takin' on Batman and Robin
F*ck that nigga, stop stallin', chrome heart rings on my fingers
I play for the warriors, nigga, I'm ballin
She givin' me brain, gotta get head on her shoulders, her niggas so awesome
2-2-3, now that lil' nigga fallin
7-6-2, zero, that's how much I spent on these motherf*ckin' garments Nigga broke and that shit be alarmin
Tear up the tire in a motherf*ckin' Charger
I got some niggas that's headin' out fades, you won't get clipped by no motherf*ckin' barber
I'm on the south side with my potnas, all these dreadheads, they're like the Rastas
Them lil' Oldhead niggas be lame as hell, nigga, I'll go f*ck your daughter
Young nigga lame as hell, can't walk like this, he can't talk like this, and that's it
And if any nigga try to play with my guys, or play with my bitch
Then you better be ready to up that stick, lil' bitch
I'm on the block with 6, play with the gang, get dipped
I go Subi jeans and Louis V belt, but that bitch come off my hip
Japanese garments can tell by the rip
F*ck that underground shit, I'm him
Y'all want a new sound, but when you get it, y'all just be tearin' it down
Then go hop in the comments, talk on that shit, lil' nigga, you look like a clown
I ain't no internet, nigga, I'm tryna smile to the motherf*ckin' frown
We got the city lit, nigga, fine lil' shit tryna take me down
She livin' the life and shit, guess what, bitch, look at me now
I got a fine lil' bitch, she likin' my fit, I put her on fashion
Niggas be lit on the gram, I see them in person, they don't know static
I got some fine shit in a batmobile and she callin' me daddy
Man, f*ck this underground shit, all that cap rap y'all niggas doin
I swear to God, that shit be hurtin' my ears Man, f*ck this underground shit
I caught that boy in traffic, turn on my headlights, he look like a deer
I'm ridin' around with a vibe, she givin' me head when I'm tryin' to steer
We tryna send that boy up to the sky, yeah, with his partners
Think you gon' take somethin', all my body, it's gon' cost ya
Ridin' in the batmobile, see the blue lights, and I lost him
Niggas think money just grow on trees, that is your motherf*ckin' problem
F*ck that nigga, I'm wildin', nigga might look wrong, then I just might pop him
I be with niggas that really be robbin'
You be with him, then we takin' on Batman and Robin
F*ck that nigga, stop stallin', chrome heart rings on my fingers
I play for the warriors, nigga, I'm ballin
She givin' me brain, gotta get head on her shoulders, her niggas so awesome
2-2-3, now that lil' nigga fallin
7-6-2, zero, that's how much I spent on these motherf*ckin' garments Nigga broke and that shit be alarmin
Tear up the tire in a motherf*ckin' Charger
I got some niggas that's headin' out fades, you won't get clipped by no motherf*ckin' barber
I'm on the south side with my potnas, all these dreadheads, they're like the Rastas
Them lil' Oldhead niggas be lame as hell, nigga, I'll go f*ck your daughter
Young nigga lame as hell, can't walk like this, he can't talk like this, and that's it
And if any nigga try to play with my guys, or play with my bitch
Then you better be ready to up that stick, lil' bitch
I'm on the block with 6, play with the gang, get dipped
I go Subi jeans and Louis V belt, but that bitch come off my hip
Japanese garments can tell by the rip
F*ck that underground shit, I'm him
Y'all want a new sound, but when you get it, y'all just be tearin' it down
Then go hop in the comments, talk on that shit, lil' nigga, you look like a clown
I ain't no internet, nigga, I'm tryna smile to the motherf*ckin' frown
We got the city lit, nigga, fine lil' shit tryna take me down
She livin' the life and shit, guess what, bitch, look at me now
Writer: tyler knox
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