I Ain’t Made It Yet lyrics

[Verse 1: Peezy]
I ain't made it yet, I still f*ck with the fiends
I got so much rank that in my hood, they treat me like a king
Get a million for an EP, f*ck doin' sh*t for free
I ain't payin' for no killings, they gon' do it 'cause it's me
Got a crew of youngins sweepin' sh*t up like they Mr. Clean
I'm a ghetto-ass n*gga, clean my ice with Listerine
You a pillow talkin'-ass n*gga, you might tell everythin'
I been f*ckin' on these famous hoes, this sh*t was just a dream

[Verse 2: Allstar JR]
Ayy, I ain't made it yet, I'll be there in fifteen
n*gga want three thousand beans, ridin' dirty, sippin' clean
I'ma get a bag, n*gga, all my clothes from overseas
He ain't bought no ice in years, tеll that n*gga go to sleep
Know these n*ggas extra, but I know it ain't no prеssure
Know they sleepin' on the twin-size, ain't no dresser
Every time I post on Instagram, that sh*t depressin'
You want a million milligrams, n*gga, I'm in Texas

[Verse 3: Peezy]
Put ass and titties on my b*tch, I call her my investment
Soda, half a turkey wing and collard greens, but I ain't have no dresser
Every time I post on Instagram, these b*tches get to textin'
We can meet outside of any mall, let's see who get the freshest
[Verse 4: Allstar JR]
If you meetin' me in Louis, that's a couple bands extra
I'm in the fittin' room over by the men's section
If we meetin' in Atlanta, then l'm over by Grady
Mad as hell these n*ggas got me servin' out the 580

[Verse 5: Peezy]
When I'm wrong, I buy my b*tch Chanel 'cause she a cry baby
I spent a half a mil' on two whips like, "f*ck the 580"
I f*ck your ho so good, I make her throw away that vibrator
You can't get up with me, the chance is slim, I think you n*gga shady

[Verse 6: Allstar JR]
I'm in a Lamb' truck with two hoes, we all on one thing
Hit the road, walk through a few doors, make 35K
Thank God every day, I ain't them n*ggas I hate
If I can't sell it in the hood, then I can flip it, tri-state

[Verse 7: Peezy]
Go anywhere, I know I'm good, got a million dollar face
I touched down without no entourage, just brought a bunch of pape'
Punch a pus*y n*gga teeth out, don't be playin' in my face, man
Drunk as hell behind the wheel, I'm swervin' like I can't drive
Buy the old school, I spent ten thousand on a paint job
We the ones who still havin' motion on the paper side
Jealous-ass n*ggas crackin' jokes on the hater side
Meanwhile, they workin' sh*tty jobs, barely gettin' by
[Verse 8: Allstar JR]
Meanwhile, I'm countin' fifty thou', eatin' chili fries
Heard a n*gga tagged me on the 'Gram got hospitalized
All my boys pullin' up on me, l done gentrified
You the n*gga finished in the club, l identify
Magic City, got a sixty out us, it's just me and P
We can't lose this footage, n*gga, get this sh*t on DVD
Million dollar n*gga, still I ask to use your EBT
Know these n*ggas rattin', still l'm beggin' you to keep it street

[Outro: Allstar JR]
Know these n*ggas rattin', still I'm beggin' you to keep it street
Million dollar n*gga, still I ask to use your EBT