(Phew)
Hey (Phew)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
(Phew)
Hey (It’s Lando, your bitch know, don’t let your bitch go, nigga)
Hey, hey, ShittyBoyz
Me and Stan ran it up off of EDD
Bitch’ll never get a ring like CP3
Ain’t no coffee in my cup, bitch, I’m drinking lean
Caught him broad day, easy breezy, I ain’t need a beam
12 had to let me go, I told ’em, “I ain’t see a thing”
Yeezy fiend, closet stacked with Adidas sneaks
Trackhawks, Hellcats, shit look like Need for Speed
Best believe I’ma be the G.O.A.T. when I leave the league
(Damjonboi)
Puncher next to me, made a hundred off the dark web
Doggy got that fake Bape, hundred for a shark head (Brr)
T-shirt Chrome, tell the lil’ bitch, “My heart dead” (Yeah)
Vanilla this, vanilla that, the young Tron was giffy grabbin’
Made his whole car stop, I fucked around and 50-cal’ed it (Pew, pew)
Late night, you only talk, you something like Jimmy Fallon
Put that lil’ fucking gun down, my hitman really active
Two titties, give your ass a hundred piece
Track.2s, walk around in thousand dollar running sneaks (Phew)
Ksubi jeans looking tight ’cause it’s a dub in these
2014, True Religions, belt double G’s
So much ice on my neck, the bitches in the club gon’ freeze
All the shit I seen up in my life’ll make your stomach quease (Phew)
Thinking shit sweet? Huh, come and see
Fell asleep and woke up confused, I done drunk a three
I been dogging hoes since I was twelve, this shit ain’t nothing new
Dog Shit Militia, up some pape’ or we won’t fuck with you
Five thousand on the Cartiers, I got the buffest view
Fuck around and dunk on yo’ ass if it’s up with you
If the chopstick jam, shit, I’m getting hands on
If yo’ pieces hitting, why you never put yo’ mans on?
Mm-hmm, cut it out, you a ham, bro
Thousand dollar coat, thousand dollar coffee cup
I got fifties, I got hunnids, lil’ bitch, the joggy stuffed (Brrr)
Pendant after pendant, I’ma have Hutchie sauce me up
Touch a hair on me? Guarantee we sending doggy up
Free Ri’, what brodie did? That shit was legendary
Poured an eight in January, I was sleep till February (Shit)
Pretty bitch, she look too nice but the head was scary
Three-five after three-five, like it’s necessary
Five thousand dollar fit, I’m dressing excellent
I’ll slide down, you the type be sending messages
Nah, for real, see him out, I bet we pressing him
I ain’t road running, shit, I sent seven Mexicans
Whole lotta choppas at the spot, bitch, we like the army
I just hit a bitch off the buffs, said she like the Cartis
I can out-smoke Bob, bitch, I’m high as Marley
Chilling at the crib making pape’, ain’t the type to party
Chopstick rusty, unky sliding with a old rifle (Phew)
Sliding in a Striker, no registration, no title (Shit)
Scam star, brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile (Phew, phew, phew)
I got a lotta kids trying to steal my whole style (Phew, phew, phew)
European sneakers every day, my closet look like Saks (Shit)
Fool sipping NyQuil, he thinking that it look like Act’ (Lame)
Pack of Backwoods pearls, shit, they look like Blacks (Phew)
Said that he had ‘thrax, opened the pack and it looked like cap (Phew, phew)
Five percent tint, you can’t see shit (Phew)
Tryna ride the wave? Fuck around and you get seasick (I swear to God)
Pay this motherfucker off, we don’t lead switch (Skrrt, skrrt)
Keep your lips sealed, you know loose lips, they sink ships (Lips)
Eighty racks, put it in my Louis V. backpack (Phew)
Hellcat’ing, bitch, we upgraded from them Scat Packs (Skrrt)
Ran it up fast, shit, I should’ve played some halfback (Nyoom)
It don’t matter what the fuck you make if you can’t stack
Miami in November, feel like Ray, shit, I’m living life (Yeah)
If you care about it, don’t quit ’til you get it right (You better)
I pray for you if my shooter got you in his sight (Pow-pow)
Shit talker, I been doing this since Fisher Price (Lil’ boy)
Habibi firebombing, got a missile tucked (Ha)
If them robbers come through, then I guarantee they give it up (Give it up)
Lifestyle huge, this basic bitch, she into little stuff (Bum)
Hit a bucket, shit, I’m getting clutch (Phew)
Unky spot a fiend, whip it up, and then he fix her up (Phew, phew)
You ain’t got the heart, go ‘head, pull the trigger, punk
Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz, it ain’t no switching up (Phew)
Dior kicks, Mike Amiris, Glocky with the switch (Shit)
Hitman a motherfucker, catching bodies, no attempts (Brrow)
Out the way, but I’m still prolly in the mix
Wock’y, I’ma sip, got me feeling godly in this bitch (Phew, phew, yeah)
Widebody, don’t know where to park at (Skrrt-skrrt)
Unky in the kitchen whipping in a Chrome Heart mask (Phew, phew)
Chop with the telescope’ll send ’em where the stars at (Pow-pow)
Backwood full of moon rock, I’m where Mars at (Phew)
Tell a bitch, “Shut the fuck up” with her broke-ass
In that Transformer, big engine, finna float past (Skrrt)
Ninety dollar eighthy in the ‘Wood, I only blow gas (Shit)
No pass, gang sliding down like the road’s bad (Skrrt)
Ain’t no ho in I, I step dolo (Yeah)
Pocket look azul, red bottoms, every step rojo
Need a pair of new Yeezys, shit, I’m finna check Nojo
Paint his nose red, we ain’t aiming at yo’ chest, bozo (Brrrr)
High as hell, done woke up off the Wock’ like, where the fuck I’m at? (Brrrr)
I don’t fucking scrap, you throw a jab and I’ma up the strap (Phew)
Punching jacks at the scam house, I’m finna double back (Phew)
Ten thousand dollar fit (Phew), I spent a dub in Saks
This some zaza (Phew, phew), you smell it even when it’s bubble wrapped (Phew)
I just want to spend some money
I just want to spend some money
On the block with some, titi’ll test it for me
F&N hanging on my hip, we ain’t wrestling, dumnmy
I done had some rainy days, but I bet the rest be sunny
Hey
Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz
You know what the fuck going on
Can’t fuck with me
Yeah
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