August 19th lyrics

[Intro]
Turn me, turn the, turn the beat down a little bit
Now I'm not just sayin' that sh*t just for the intro
Yeah, yeah, I sound good
Fix the pre, yeah
I'm sippin' on Jupiña and Patron, n*gga
Some sh*t like that, you know
Uh, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, I swear I'm feelin' like my greatest ever
n*ggas like a cuban link the way we stay together
Shout out all my exes, y'all just made me better
I had a couple of your friends rock my favorite sweaters
Strip club or sun and rain. the way we change the weather
We ain't pay together
I feel like I got mob ties the way I made forever
f*ck them b*tches
They ain't gotta run no numbers my n*gga, so up in digits
We done paid dogs, made money, made sauce
n*ggas got a feelin' n*gga, not a single day off, nah
Supposed to attend the Juno's but I'm out with Uno
Said f*ck story, cut a track with Rory
They want me up in Liv, this sh*t like 50 bands
They got the money but f*ck 'em dog, if they can't afford me
Out in Europe on tour, b*tches can't ignore me
Ain't gotta save no video to my phone
Them b*tches out there would 'gram it for me
It's so crazy
I done came from beggin' n*ggas for Js
To sellin' out all my shows like I'm HOV, Jay Z
My flow so pimp like hoe, pay me
I've been ballin' out these shows
Gettin' money all day, stylin' on these hoes
Feelin' like I'm in New Orleans and hoes look at me like Mr. Carter at the 'Grove
Trap star killin' sh*t, slaughter at the stove
Miss me with the bullsh*t, I started like I'm Rose
p*ssin' off fathers, got they daughters at the shows
Set the standards high, so I went and copped the Rolls
Went and copped the Wraith when I shoulda bought the Ghost
And Tice just walked in, man, he hot up off the stove
Killin' radio, I guess that sh*t we got in common
A 150k in a week, f*ck a comment
No blog can stop me, no dog can stop me
Menace to society, O-dog's beside me
Check 'em, he might pull out, woah dog he's grimy
I was in the hall sellin' dog-dog in real life
Jump shot ugly but I ball dog in real life
I give the game insight to my trill life
Then I pick and roll this sh*t like a give and go
James Brown, mixtape, album, I give 'em soul
Plan to go diamond while a n*gga give 'em gold
sh*t is gettin' realer and my n*ggas gettin' triller
At the BET like, "How they give my sh*t to Tiller?"
I mean that's my n*gga but I came up from the skrilla
And I want that sh*t the hardest, every artist gotta feel, though
(How you like that, babe?)
My flow is like vargas in vanilla
Have 'em all shook, give 'em Parkinsons and kill ya
(How you like that, babe?)
I'm movin' like Marcy and Matilda
Flow so cold, they could do it n*gga, sly me
Screw face, capital n*gga, we from the grimy
Shooters Dej Loaf, they don't let a n*gga try me
Stretchin' a brick
b*tches they connected to my di*k
I swear you woulda had to call 'em hoes siamese
At Hong Shing n*ggas cookin' with the Chinese
Hood b*tch from Brooklyn, had her lookin' like a dime piece
Camp David sessions got me goin' in with Johann
Ex conversations n*gga, I ain't tryna prolong
My flow so strong, n*gga, the dough so long
Shooters that come with all the machines like Voltron
n*ggas faker than the sh*t that got sold on
And they gettin' jealous, the flow is just so embellished
n*ggas got it switched like somehow we made each other
XXL p*ssed, somehow I ain't take they cover
So they writin' blog sh*t, taunt me and say I'm wrong
Like damn, Vanessa, dog, I thought we was f*ckin' dogs
When I was f*ckin' off, these n*ggas was uninvolved
They hate they gotta blog me, they hate that I come in charge
(How you like that, babe?)
I got problems that I gotta come resolve
'Til them pus*y n*ggas check me, I'll be stuntin' with my dogs
Wassup
[Outro]
They not gon' like me dog, I Told You. But n*ggas gotta respect me though. We run the city in our joggin' pants n*gga
n*gga like Fargo, he keep it cooler than Teddy Pendergrass in a snowstorm sippin' milkshake with his throw on, n*gg,. Jahlil, what up n*gga? Canada