Lyrics

Whole team cold blooded no Dracula Run up on me get flipped like spatulas Got these bitches lined up no bachelor Need a Jag, G-Wagon ain't fast enough Told a shawty she gon get it if she acting up Im a humble rich kid I don't brag enough 20k on a Monday I ain't have to do a single thing man I know these bitches mad as fuck Cook up a beat and I'm frying it My bitch stay topless but she ain't Hawaiian And I see the odds but I know I'll defy em That bad bitch on top and you know that she riding (Uh) Stutter step on em like Biden I swear I'm the best when the lights are the brightest And I been on fire my flame is igniting But I got the drip like my name is Poseidon I swear that my old bitch she mad at me (Why?) Cause she can't get back with me I'm tryna get on that body anatomy I don't do this shit for fun it's a strategy I'd rather die then attend an academy Stephen A. Smith cause it's blasphemy I'm finna show all the people who laughed at me Wait till I blow up these people got clap for me She make it clap for me Hit it now she wanna 69 like Tekashi Brought the whole squad fine dine at Hibachi Throwing shade from the sideline while you watch me Check the clock bitch it's my time can't stop me Hit it now she wanna 69 like Tekashi Brought the whole squad fine dine at Hibachi Throwing shade from the sideline while you watch me Check the clock bitch it's my time can't stop me Always eating good I ain't talking bout Hibachi Looking so fresh had to call paparazzi Heading to the top and nobody gonna stop me Saying imma flop wrong dude bitch, not me Yeah I be ballin' no Baylor Only 21 making hits Sean Taylor They keep on saying goated you already know it Ain't riding no ways cause bitch I'm the sailor That means I'm above em Straight cash like James in the bubble I be making money moves don't pick I just choose Like where did it come from? Straight outta my duffle They keep on talking get crunched like some ruffles Got red on my dunks look like strawberry truffle They see the grind and respecting the hustle So keep that mouth shut before it gets you in trouble Off-White see the check on me and you know I get paid so the checks on me and you Haven't even seen the best of me make her eyes roll back told her rest in peace tryna Find out why he mess with me brought a bitch to the club and I left with 3 like I'm D-Wade winning mvp brought a bitch to the club and I left with 3 I swear that my old bitch she mad at me (Why?) Cause she can't get back with me I'm tryna get on that body anatomy I don't do this shit for fun it's a strategy I'd rather die then attend an academy Stephen A. Smith cause it's blasphemy I'm finna show all the people who laughed at me Wait till I blow up these people got clap for me She make it clap for me Hit it now she wanna 69 like Tekashi Brought the whole squad fine dine at Hibachi Throwing shade from the sideline while you watch me Check the clock bitch it's my time can't stop me Hit it now she wanna 69 like Tekashi Brought the whole squad fine dine at Hibachi Throwing shade from the sideline while you watch me Check the clock bitch it's my time can't stop me
Writer(s): Connor Sousa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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