I bang it out no I ain’t scared, I put these niggas where the dead at, I’m bout my paper bout my lady Designer where my legs at I don’t talk it ain’t bout Fedex Bitch send me my bread just like it’s Fedex And now I’m fed up I’ve been goin thru some shit still holdin my head up Stacking my chains, stackin my 6 I stack my bread up this shit you say don’t make no sense you fuck my head up
I’m so sick of what I’m goin thru I’m strong minus strong in my arms too I don’t wanna talk bitch I am showin you Don’t fuck up Ima worn you ask that lil nigga what he want to do Bitch I dream of drivin all these foreign coupes Love Balenciaga’s but my shoes they say 23 Gotta keep goin god blessed me put this gift in me Smoking on this cabanas I swear this shit up lifting me Bitch don’t try to sneak me you know I’m packing keep that iron on me I’ve been looking at the ceiling Thinking about ah million Thinkin how I’m going to get it I know one day it’s gon be up I can believe it set goals and I achieve it Strap bad wit ah blitz defense
I bang it out no I ain’t scared, I put these niggas where the dead at, I’m bout my paper bout my lady Designer where my legs at I don’t talk it ain’t bout Fedex Bitch send me my bread just like it’s Fedex And now I’m fed up I’ve been goin thru some shit still holdin my head up Stacking my chains, stackin my 6 I stack my bread up this shit you say don’t make no sense you fuck my head up
Look, I’ve been working thru the night tryna get paper protect on my risk tonight This for my haters rocking by myself tonight cause niggas ate up And what you wanna do if niggas play and we get sprayed up Bae come talk to me cause I got what you need I’m livin lavish bae what’s happen come lay up wit me Stop fucking wit them lame niggas that’s your misery We cutting up all night we done fucked up the sheets Sauce all on my feet I got designer over me And sauce on the beat creating bookoo melodies Its like a gift in me bitch I power up like Hercules And you keep hurting me I can’t take these lies you giving me (NO NO)
I bang it out no I ain’t scared, I put these niggas where the dead at, I’m bout my paper bout my lady Designer where my legs at I don’t talk it ain’t bout Fedex Bitch send me my bread just like it’s Fedex And now I’m fed up I’ve been goin thru some shit still holdin my head up Stacking my chains, stackin my 6 I stack my bread up this shit you say don’t make no sense you fuck my head up