[ Featuring Myah Storm ]
Aye
Uh
Nigga high as f*ck
YGG shit
(I'm too perfect to miss)
Started with shit, but just watch what I'm finna do
I just spent three on some tennis shoes
Talkin' bout money, you talkin' bout bitches cool
We just gon' keep this shit minimal
Ain't tryna hear it, your pockets too minuscule
Pack came from Cali, them pigeons flew
I make a livin' off killin' these syllables
Ain't goin' back to the trenches, Who?
Thinking you better, boy, you must not heard of me
Murderin' shit in the first degree
Death on the arrival, no need for no surgery
Beam on the Glock, you gon' catch a whole 30-piece
Take one of mine and we sliding with urgency
If me and you beefing, you owe me some currency
I was just gettin' a front, now I purchase P's
Had to hit TQ like Ron "what's the sitch?"
Motherf*ckers, knew what it was off the rip, real shit
When we talkin' my sheets, we ain't talkin no splits
Keep it butter, smooth, get the Jiff
It's Stormdaboss, and you peeped it flow
Rock the boat, Aaliyah seasick, you
Ain't the judge and I'mma plead it Y'all say cocky, I say conceited
Peep the rollout, ku
Never catch me do what a sold out do
But see me do what I said I'll do Keep it a Ben game time out too
All rise make 'em stand-up, too All facts you see, I'mma brand up, too
Manifest now, I'mma band up, too
Real mannerable set the standards too
Ahhh
Started with shit, but just watch what I'm finna do
I just spent three on some tennis shoes
Talkin' about money, you talkin' about bitches, cool
We just gon' keep this shit minimal
Ain't tryna hear it, your pockets too minuscule
Pack came from Cali, them pigeons flew
I make a livin' off killin' these syllables
Ain't goin' back to the trenches, who?
Think that you better, boy, you must not heard of me
Murderin' shit in the first degree Death on arrival no need for no surgery
Beam on the Glock, you gon' catch those 30-piece
Take one of mine and we sliding with urgency
If me and you beefing, you owe me some currency
I was just gettin' a front, now I purchased P's
I just kill shit like I'm Herbert G
My money long and my chick givin' Cardi vibes
Watch me set it off in this bitch
I was asking for help, they act like they ain't see it, cool
I ain't tryna talk when I'm rich Too much of a boss like I'm Rick
Keep a Glock by my side no I ain't playin' golf with this stick
Hear em talkin', get off of my dick
See me flossing get nauseous and sick, this fit cost me a brick
I smoke out of the zip when I shoot I don't miss, I'm like Steph in the Bay
Got in my bag and cut everybody off
When they call, I decline, don't got nothin to say
No I'm not in a trap, I don't got me no pack
But a nigga still dress like I'm making them plays
Sell a P for two-three while I'm rocking my J's
Niggas hatin' on me cause they not gettin paid
Goofy
Started with shit, but just watch what I'm finna do
I just spent three on some tennis shoes
Talking about money, you talking about bitches, cool
We just gon' keep this shit minimal
Ain't tryna hear it your pockets, too minuscule
Pack came from Cali, them pigeons flew
I make a livin' off killin' these syllables
Ain't goin' back to the trenches, who?
Thinking you better, boy, you must not heard of me
Murderin' shit in the first degree Death on arrival, but no need for no surgery
Beam on the Glock, you go catch the whole 30-piece
Take one of mine and we sliding with urgency
If me and you beefing , you owe me some currency
I was just gettin' a front, now I purchase P's
