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(Twizz, you killed it)
Big GD
(We got Daymon in this bitch)
Big Woo, nigga
Fuck nigga
They like, "What you doin'?" Trappin'
(Bitch, what I'm doin'? What I be doin')
Shit, I'm just puttin' up the profit
(Breakin' bread, bread, bread)
I just wanna count the profit (Bitch, I just wanna—)
What you doin'? (Bitch) I don't even—, uh (I don't even—)
I just came to New York just to chill (Yeah)
Nigga, pop it (Pop it)
Eat a lot of shit I don't eat at home
And do some shoppin' (Some shoppin')
Stopped at Juniors just to eat some cheesecake
I'm too cocky (Too cocky)
All the time square, smokin' dope
Strapped with that rocket (That rocket)
You stuntin' with yo' brother money (Yeah)
You ain't get no profit (No profit)
All in Cali', lookin' for the plug (Yeah)
Nigga, fuck these sockets (These sockets)
You just rappin' 'bout this shit, lil' nigga (Yeah)
You ain't caught got no bodies (No bodies)
You ain't go up on that drill (Uh-uh)
Nigga, you ain't shoot your Glocky (No Glocky)
Boy just rappin', he don't drill (Don't drill)
Boy, quit rappin' 'bout that kill (That kill)
I been preachin' to the streets (Yeah)
Makin' niggas chase a mill' (Chase a bankroll)
I can't never leave the house without my strap (Uh-uh)
That's how I live (I live)
I get money and I'm black (Yeah)
I'm puttin' on for Emmett Till (For Emmet Till)
Got a bitch just wear some tennis shoes (Some tennis shoes)
She don't like the heels (No heels)
I'm so P, I make a white bitch (Yeah)
Go and pick the cotton field (The cotton field)
I'm from Memphis, boy, I'm trill (I'm trill)
Used to tote my gun on Beale (On Beale)
Real street nigga (Yeah)
Took my 26, went up in LIV (In LIV)
On the East Coast and the West Coast (Yeah)
Nigga, tryna strike a deal (Let's go)
Never really on no rappin' shit (Uh)
You know what it is (Dope boy)
Caught a jet to Miami just to shoot a video (Uh)
What a film (A film)
I was raised up in the projects (Yeah)
Nigga, really up out that field (That field)
Boy just rappin', he don't drill (Don't drill)
Boy, quit rappin' 'bout that kill (That kill)
I been preachin' to the streets (Yeah)
Makin' niggas chase a mill' (Chase a bankroll)
I can't never leave the house without my strap (Uh-uh)
That's how I live (I live)
I get money and I'm black (Yeah)
I'm puttin' on for Emmett Till (For Emmet Till)
I can't move wrong (Move wrong)
All jewelry buss down (Yeah)
And my Cartier is two-toned (It's two-toned)
Talkin' 'bout don't wear this shit in Cali' (Yeah)
Bitch, my jewels on (Bitch, my jewels on)
Niggas actin' sloppy
Niggas dyin' 'cause they move wrong (They move wrong)
Take your baby mama to the room
See what her mood on (See what she talkin' 'bout, nigga)
It was just a quickie
Man I hit her with my shoes on (With my shoes on)
How you miss your target with a switch? (Yeah)
You be shootin' wrong (You be shootin' wrong)
All in NYC, gettin' sturdy, gettin' my groove on
(Sturdy, gettin' my groove on, uh)
Boy just rappin', he don't drill (Don't drill)
Boy, quit rappin' 'bout that kill (That kill)
I been preachin' to the streets (Yeah)
Makin' niggas chase a mill' (Chase a bankroll)
I can't never leave the house without my strap (Uh-uh)
That's how I live (I live)
I get money and I'm black (Yeah)
I'm puttin' on for Emmett Till (For Emmet Till)
Boy just rappin', he don't drill (Don't drill)
Boy, quit rappin' 'bout that kill (That kill)
I been preachin' to the streets (Yeah)
Makin' niggas chase a mill' (Chase a bankroll)
I can't never leave the house without my strap (Uh-uh)
That's how I live (I live)
I get money and I'm black (Yeah)
I'm puttin' on for Emmett Till (For Emmet Till)
Writer(s): James Testa, Artem Shamyan, Tarrance Baker, Nikolai Strukov
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