Time for my pockets to get
Bigger than Phineas' face
Ou ay
Thought I was stuck on a bitch
But I'm just stuck in my ways
Back when I'd balled my fist
Never knew just what to say
Ay ay
Now I just silence my lips
Laugh my way off to the bank
Ou
Bitches stay doing the most
I know that they just want attention
Same dude who always try boast
The same one who's livin' in misery
Same dude who up in my mentions
How does it feel?
Look at me tryna give props
Like the kid just gon' forget
Tryna tell your friends we're cool
Back the fuck up off my dick
Please save the room for your bitch
Probably assumed that I'm rich
And I let her think it,
Better, cuz then when it happens it ain't new
People telling me I'm better and better
I tell em bro "I already fucking knew"
Tryna add into the group
Bitch dont be so fuckin stupid
If you ain't up in the stu
With me,
Do not think we're fuckin cool
I need 4 or 5 rooms

For my motherfucking crew
If you doubtin if its you
Then it probably isn't you
Shout out to the fuckin Coo
I just hopped up in a coup
Jayden droppin' down the roof

In my bag like school
Man, look, she sayin she don't wanna fuck me
And I just heard her friend tell her that she really do

Looking on better times
God removing what aint mine
How the fuck you wanting signs,
See the shit, then hit decline,
Wonder why you in decline?
Ay ay
I'm next, God-blessed, achoo
Please do not fuckin test
Big ref throwin techs at you
Ain't no need to fucking flex on you
Ay
Don't be countin up the favors
Middle finger to the haters
Ou ay
Copy me if you need flavor
Just give credit to the maker
Sauce dripping when I cater
Say she's willing and she's able
Bend that ass up on the table, uh
Jeff Hardy from the top rope
Boutta Swanton Bomb into your Sable
Cover up guap with confetti
I need more and I got plenty
I don't like to eat a yeti
Leep it smoother and its edi
Love when bitches gettin petty
Lemme know they isnt ready
I've been fetishizing
Going incog
Pick a bad broad
In a Nascar
Feel like Brad Pitt, white guy with the dad sauce
Ay, dad sauce
I'ma problem like math talk
Feel like Kane with the mask off
Novacane-baby, ass soft
When she leaves she tell her friends baby he menace had me do the crab walk,
Way he kept da baby swangin it felt like the dance comin from the Jabwocks
I'm doing numbers in different cities
Shout out to you if you fuckin with me
And tell your dude he not fuckin with me
If he think he is well then he's fuckin trippin
I am 23 and boy, he scotty pippen
Mad his thotty girl is what I'm probably pimping
Sheesh sheesh
Probably some more things that I'm forgetting
Don't tell me what I need to hear
Say what the fuck you gon' say
Ay, ay
Promise my vision is clear
Shit ain't gon' get in my way
Ay, ay
I'll do this shit in a year
I'll do the shit in some months
Bad bitch knows whats up
Talking reckless to me so I think her throat is probably what I'm finna fuck
And I do not think my shit stink
Why these always thotties always miss me
Bitch please
I move faster than a six speed
Turn the beat to fuckin mince meat

You are not shit, no
Might record it with a go-pro
While your girly suckin slow mo
Even suckin when there no mo
Gotta tell her thats a no no

Please don't tag me in your photos
Cuz you probably gonna know hoes
I've done fucked and then I go ghost
Royal shoulder
I'm the the prince
King of the city I'm really legit
Gimme a penny then witness it flip

I need respect and im gone demand it
Don't give me dap I might leave you stranded
Don't think we're cool just because your man is
Stealing the crown like a fuckin bandit