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Tay Keith this too hard
Tay Keith f**k these n***as up
I paid some extra before we even come out
And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'
I hit the b***h and I gave her some racks
And I pull up my pants she know I ain't stayin'
Go run the store run and get rubber bands
I done got rich I done put on my mans
Choppers in traffic that's just how I'm livin'
They say that I'm trippin' they wouldn't understand
She take a trip she come back with a tan
I take a trip I come back with them bands
When I was dealin' it really was killin' 'em
Had 'em competin' tryna see what I'm payin'
She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
She don't like pics I got too many fans
I'm runnin' s**t I can do what I want
And it's really a limit you do what you can
I found the booth and I put that s**t up
'Fore I run out of cash they gonna run out of land
I fell in love with this b***h 'cause her head was amazing
I swear I don't even know her name
I'm 'bout to takeoff I gave 'em a chance
They gave me ten M&M's on advance
Thought I'd be trappin' forever but God came and blessed me
I guess it was part of the plan
How he on fire but he cool as a fan
Can't get at you we gon' get at your man
They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it
Put in they face let 'em see what I'm sayin'
I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band
Free all the bros know I would if I can
If I don't mean it I swear I ain't sayin' it
'Fore I was 21 swear I was savage smashin'
Hold up who got Backwoods I need roll up
Dior store can't keep up with me
I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
I'm never comin' back them people under me
Not the fans yeah the haters
Lotta bands on the table
They say I went commercial I ain't know it
They want me catch a murder I ain't goin' back
Play myself and my position who doin' that
Lil Uzi Vert：
We got FN with extensions we throwin' that
Her a*s got my full attention she throwin' that
N***as talkin' way too much I ain't goin' back
And forth with n***as 'cause these n***as be holdin' racks
On the real yeah we know you don't own them racks
Four pockets full push 'em down they start pokin' back
I turned eight million right until I'm a quarterback
Spent a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back
24 woo
I'm ready I'm ready I use the crockpot like it's Betty
They say the drop hot and it's ready
Might stretch it out but it ain't fetti
Yes
Say my dawg doin' time
But I know he ain't gonna snitch
'Cause it's still some s**t he didn't tell me
My dawg stabbed his celly
He told me the whole story over the celly
Brr hello
Went up on my price in my pocket like Kelly
F**ked her in the telly no I can't not say who no telly
My head gettin' heavy
And you know I still got Balmains on my a*s
Woo
No I can't do no Amiris
Said I'm takin' trips long flights they scary
She said her birthday in March okay cool so that means you an Aries
I told her "Gotta go" she said "You serious"
Diamonds cold as December my vibe Sagittarius
Lil Baby：
Hold up who got Backwoods I need roll up
Dior store can't keep up with me
I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
I'm never comin' back them people under me
Not the fans yeah the haters
Lotta bands on the table
They say I went commercial I ain't know it
They want me catch a murder I ain't goin' back
Play myself and my position who doin' that
I can switch up and come back another way
If the vibe ain't right come back another day
Biggest dripper I start up a tidal wave
Remix w**d we put it in a microwave
Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J
He can say what he want but he gotta pay
Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay
Sell my drugs 'round the corner
I pay all these bills I'm a grownup
My cars a lil' different I own 'em
I ain't with no leasin' my b***h tellin' me I need credit
It's loud and clear if I said it
I come from the gutter I spent me a hundred on Chevys
You can take me out the hood
But you can't take the hood out of me
Know the hood proud of me
I Givenchyed my tee went and upgrade my teeth
Yeah I dropped out of school but that paper on me
Hold up who got Backwoods I need roll up
Dior store can't keep up with me
I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
I'm never comin' back them people under me
Not the fans yeah the haters
Lotta bands on the table
They say I went commercial I ain't know it
They want me catch a murder I ain't goin' back
Play myself and my position who doin' that