[ Featuring Myah Storm ]
Aye
Sound like some Mike Jack or some shit
This that YGG shit
Uh
Mixing flavors in a backwood
I was down for a minute, bitch I'm back good
Pretty bitch from the burbs, but she act hood
Ass stick out like a sore thumb and that cat good
Straight flood, baby girl keep it wetty
Gave all these niggas head starts, still ain't ready
Told her you can keep the WAP, now I'm getting to the Fetty
Spilling in the sauce, I mix it up just like spaghetti
All these ropes on my neck, getting tangled, this shit heavy
I been getting so much bread, it was only right I went baguettie
Uh, kick the door, they ain't let me in
Shit you ain't know existed what I'm stepping in
Allergy season, shawty need me like a EpiPen
I'm the one who niggas call on like the next of kin
In the booth, working hard like a Mexican
Do anything but sell my soul for the dough
Real trap nigga I never go broke
F*ck your designer, bitch I make my own clothes
Style myself, I don't need no stylist
Mannequin dressing, man, you niggas be wildin
Backwoods to the face on an island
Somewhere getting to that paper where you find me
Uh, shining like a diamond
Made it out the dirt, it was perfect timing
Came a long way from nickeling and diming
Was high then, now all my fashion be high end
Trying to keep up, but they can't
Soon as they print it, I be running to the bank
Waka Flocka James, I go hard in the paint
If I ever took a loss, it get charged to the game
Uh, niggas fraud and they lame
How many blocks you go spin, that shit all is the same
I be spittin' facts, nigga y'all entertained
They forgot I was the best, I'm rejogging they brain
Still getting cheese, guala, dinero
Ball on these niggas like Paolo Banchero
Sexy Mexi bitch make me mucho fiero
She gon' ride that dick like a stolen Camaro
She'll be gone in the morning
Different type of nigga that ain't on what we on
Change my name to 'Artist' on these songs I be drawing
Niggas think he f*ckin' with me like, come on, man, come on
Like stop it
Nigga can't be thinking he f*cking with me
Not in his right mind at least
Ayy, Storm
Yo
Yo, what the f*ck these niggas talking about
This some shit they ain't expecting, 9-11
Not here for your convenience, 7-11
Can't f*ck with the kid, child, I'm destined
Stormi set her own bars, baby, that's a 10
Put the wax to your ass, baby, that's a 10
I know you wonder where the best has been
Ayo, TQ, we make the best of friends
We link up, now we looking for a best of friends
If you go on the low, don't think nothing less of them
Baby, come here, looking for a back to bend
I'm trying to lap up mami like a Mexican
That's the type of shit that make me crack a grin
Ahhh
Motion shit, that's physics, either
You know, you know, or just get it
I don't go hard, baby, I just give it
Think we on the same shit, baby, I pivot
Bring bars while being pretty, tattletale I did it
Ho, admit it, the shit I do, they'll mimic
But over that way it always give gimmick
If you do it, I already did it
Flow on McCormick, got my foot in the door no door man
Make a bitch get real dormant
Type of bitch you can't torment
I stay high as hell, I be soaring
That's just some pretty bars for y'all
Just some light shit, light work
Don't let none of that shit go over your head
LB
YGG
Ahhhh
