( Chorus )
Gotta embody my devotion when im get dough
b*tches all up on me, back the f*ck up, I don't think so
Lil shawty is a demon, dont got worry she is gone now
Big bro in the trenches now we tote that f*cking rico
f*ckin w a bad b*tch, she a freak hoe
Coutin up these bands
And i made my fist froze
Lot of enemies
Match my energy
You cannot put an end to me
I am not a rapper im a motherf*cking artist
( Verse 1 )
When I spit, they be saying im a blessing
All these b*tches like the way I be dressing
f*ckboys needa stop f*ckin rapping
100k when i startin walking out the exit
Im incredible
Im in a centerfold
n*ggas dont want smoke but still dont listen
Made 100 in a day man it made me so driven
Gonna fly around the world to show everyone what i vision yuh
Im on my god sh*t
Girls gossip
Swear that everything you do, just makes you feel like a fool
But f*ck that
They ain't gettin no call back
If you really were down me
Why’d you throw me out like that
Og’s done told me to be up next
Police always coming for my godamn neck
Pray to god i make it with the rest of the best
Did this for my ex but she was just like the rest
( chorus )
Gotta embody my devotion when im get dough
b*tches all up on me, back the f*ck up, I don't think so
Lil shawty is a demon, dont got worry she is gone now
Big bro in the trenches now we tote that f*cking rico
f*ckin w a bad b*tch, she a freak hoe
Coutin up these bands
And i made my fist froze
Lot of enemies
Match my energy
You cannot put an end to me
I am not a rapper im a motherf*cking artist
( verse 2 Ysl Patek )
Yeah I ain’t never heard it
Poppin Percocets cause I know they been working
She made me feel like I’m worthless
She got make up on her face look like a circus
I do drugs to sustain with the pain
I do Percocet pills my b*tch do cocaine
And before I met that b*tch she had no name
She wanna f*ck with Patek for some more fame
I’m like oh please stop it
Tell me why this b*tch so toxic
Tell why I’m always the main topic
I don’t want that sh*t if she ain’t toppin ( if she ain’t toppin )
Say you made a move we’ll make move again
In this Porsche I got bout 20 twins
f*ck you you ain’t my friend and we can’t make amends I
Got this glocky in my hand the ak in the benz
Double c Chanel I’m ridin big wheel
We was posted with the gangstas in the trap it wasn’t a big deal
You was outside hatin had no way in
Nun of the sh*t you claim real
Rp 10 had to take it cause the pain kills
My b*tch badder than the baddest
She get mad like a actress
She wanna be a model but she basic as a braxton
If he want a feature then lil n*gga I be taxin walk on yo lawn with a Mac-10