[ Featuring Hardo, BACKWOOD BRAT ]
When I walk in they all treat me like the president
How you say that you a boss with no leverage
Why the f*ck you bringin' up the past what's the relevance
You should be rollin' up the weed, not questionin'
I just want the brain, baby, I want the intelligence
I don't care if it's artificial
I look around and see some niggas that I'm better than
Damn, I heard you lost your girl to a lesbian
My bad if I'm bein' too specific
My bad I got riches I intended
Two bad bitches in a bed, that's a collision
Tryna live my life will make a nigga find religion
Flyin' out to handle some business
Hardly go out, usually stay to myself, I ain't social
Stay low I stay to myself
Know my worth I just stay calm and keep my composure (I know my worth)
See how I'm doin' wanna bang my line but you old news (I don't know you, no, no)
I can dress like this 'cause I gotta be fresh when I ghost you
Why'd you let me go, I gave you everything
Me and my bitches pussy is better than
Haitian little bitch from the Caribbean
(?)
I had to cut that nigga off, 'cause you know I'm anti-social
I don't go public with hoes, 'cause then they start goin' loco
I'd rather spend time with myself, it's okay I got a rose
That's why I stopped T-in' you up bitch, I had to go ghost
You go for all the movement, let's get into it
But bitch post on only fans I bet she gon' screw it
I ain't never gave a hoe a princess treatment
Bitch, do you think I'm stupid?
Now let's get into specifics, every time we together why you always push my limit
Why you always go ballistic, breakin' shit but never fixin'
Flyin' out to handle some business
Hardly go out, usually stay to myself, I ain't social
Stay low I stay to myself
Know my worth I just stay calm and keep my composure (I know my worth)
See how I'm doin' wanna bang my line but you old news (I don't know you, no, no)
I can dress like this 'cause I gotta be fresh when I ghost you
I might pull up Lamborghini, I might ghost you
Or might do the Benzo, Wizzle did the old school
Wizzle made a hundred million, broski global
Hardo made another million trappin' local
Huh, I take bad bitches out to Nobu (huh)
Walkin' how I'm talkin', trappin' hard, he anti-social
Twenty floor brick but want five thousand for the vocals (skkrt)
Baggies for the zips but put my lyrics on a Pro Tools
We can drive it to you or send it postal (how you want it)
Real nigga the one these bitches wanna get close to
He was hatin' had to shit on that boy boastful (shit on that nigga)
Place scrappin' snow bunny got a nose full (huh, huh)
Flyin' out to handle some business
Hardly go out, usually stay to myself, I ain't social
Stay low I stay to myself
Know my worth I just stay calm and keep my composure (I know my worth)
See how I'm doin' wanna bang my line but you old news (I don't know you, no, no)
I can dress like this 'cause I gotta be fresh when I ghost you
Will you pick up Wiz, just would you pick up please?
Please, baby, will you?
