| Yeah, blame my mama for the way that I'm rockin', I'm way too conceited and |
| cocky |
| Yeah, anxious, waitin' on a bitch ass nigga to give me a reason to pop it |
| Ungrateful, told 'em I ain't puttin' out an album 'til they gimme a reason to |
| drop it |
| Yeah, Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, niggas still gotta see me in Charlotte, |
| huh (Yeah, yeah) |
|
| Pullin' up, parkin' two mill' worth of car front of the same store I used to |
| sell Os (Yeah, uh) |
| Pullin' up, parkin' two mill' worth of car front of the same store I used to |
| sell bows (Let's go) |
| Every time Baby drop, niggas be like, "Boy, you hell on them niggas," |
| I know (Let's go) |
| And he could have stayed on the charts for a decade, but he wasn't sellin' his |
| soul |
|
| Fuck that, I done cooled off, now I'm good again, huh |
| Standin' on business, no Coulda Been, huh |
| Standin' on business, no Druski, nigga the bitches want me to come put it in, |
| huh (Yeah) |
| Bust down, part in the middle of her |
| Head and I'm finna come give it to her |
| I'm workin', no time to spend in a rush (Nope) |
| Worser, y'all not real niggas to us, I still gotta tree full of apples (Mm) |
| No longer breathin', we smacked 'em, nigga |
| I'm the real thing and they're actin', yeah, why the fuck would they think I |
| was canceled? Huh |
| This shit in my blood, we gon' thug how we thug, 2019, my mama beat cancer |
|
| 2019, I found out my daddy wasn't breathin' no more, y'all was dancin', let's go |
|
| Talkin' 'bout packin' the mail, I wanna see someone bleed but I kept on |
| advancin', yeah |
| Boppin' around with my niner, you know where I be at, you play, l'ma stamp you, |
| huh |
| Y'all niggas gon' have to see me, you know every problem God gave me an answer |
| Yeah, they tried to serve me a subpoena, before I pay them, l'ma blow up my |
| mansion, nigga |
|
| Blame my mama for the way that I'm rockin', I'm way too conceited and cocky |
| Yeah, anxious, waitin' on a bitch ass nigga to give me a reason to pop it |
| Ungrateful, told 'em I ain't puttin' out an album 'til they gimme a reason to |
| drop it |
| Yeah, Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, niggas still gotta see me in Charlotte, |
| huh (Pussy) |
|
| Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, oh, you angry, I got ya ho over here |
| Goin' baby, talkin' my shit up in here (Yeah), look at my bitch, |
| be like get over her |
| It's easy, I brought the blick up in here (Blick) shake one of y'all like a pit |
| up in here (Rrr) |
| Knock out ya insides, they're way over there, fuck how they feel, I don't play, |
| I don't care |
| I tried to be humble, they fucked 'round and took it for weakness (Oh), yeah, |
| I had to have faith |
| I let go the wheel of the Maybach and gave it to Jesus, uh, they're back on my |
| plate |
| And I'm hungrier than a mo-fucker, I'm plannin' on eatin', yeah, |
| I'm already great |
| Take over the vibe in the room and I ain't even speakin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
|
| Hold up |
|
| Blame my mama for the way that I'm rockin', I'm way too conceited and cocky |
| Yeah, anxious, waitin' on a bitch ass nigga to give me a reason to pop it |
| Ungrateful, told 'em I ain't puttin' out an album 'til they gimme a reason to |
| drop it |
| Yeah, Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, niggas still gotta see me in Charlotte, |
| huh |
|