Bein’ a real one is my motto handle my problems I ain’t scared
I put Prada on my collar ’cause she proud of what I said
I’m a leader I got ’em followin’ my footsteps like the feds
I shoot like I’m Montana chopper bullets make ’em shed uh
Black on black new Phantom in the backseat sippin’ red uh
B***h I’m from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg yeah
Condo like the pharmacy I got codeine in my fridge pour up
My bro on a steamin’ stove cookin’ crack like grits
Got this vibe on her tippy toes strokin’ her in a pent’
LA live I’m stayin’ at the Loews with this Hollywood b***h
Got a nine and a snubnose
Let’s go can’t wait to let it hit
Hit
Pull up with a stick I’ll pull up with a stick
I’ll pull up with a pink toe
I’m whippin’ she suckin’ this dick
I’ll put some diamonds on her toes let that ho know that I’m rich
Let that ho know that I’m rich
We was used to pullin’ kick doors you could still call it a lick
Lick
You broke and can’t be fixed
Nah went to Niemans and spent a nick
Hah
How you poor That don’t make sense
Ah
I made a whole mile off an inch
An inch
I had ninety-nine problems I just scratched your ho off the list
Scratched your ho off the list
Got some millions and went and solved ’em
Now my neck cost a quarter brick
Brick
I’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my motto handle my problems I ain’t scared
I put Prada on my collar ’cause she proud of what I said
I’m a leader I got ’em followin’ my footsteps like the feds
I shoot like I’m Montana chopper bullets make ’em shed uh
Black on black new Phantom in the backseat sippin’ red uh
B***h I’m from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg yeah
Condo like the pharmacy I got codeine in my fridge pour up
Young Thug：
Bestie bestie I just hit my friend
Told her “Catch me” Woah “Catch me”
Woah I’ma lick her skin
She so precious precious might not f**k again
She too messy messy but hittin’ no flexin’
No flexin’
Rose gold ornaments
Rose
Dropped the two tint car came with no tint
D**n
You don’t gotta use the door you can hop in front of tip
Bond 9 in the vent think ’bout dyin’ and get spent
I got two B’s on my boxers and a thottie in the bed
Yeah
I know n***as ran up a milli’ still didn’t tell 12 s**t
12 12 12 shh
I got skeletons in my closets
Woah and they scared of me and s**t
Closets and they scared
Mason Margielas under the bed screamin’ “Rock me kid”
Woah
I put water on my head then she got seasick
I put water on my head
Couple opps played dead
What and they still got hit
I done bent lil’ mama’s spine but that still ain’t my kid
Still ain’t my kid
Only reason I answer my line
Why is ’cause she drink my spit
No cap
I’ve been gettin’ it since a toddler I keep dollars on my head
Bein’ a real one is my motto handle my problems I ain’t scared
I put Prada on my collar ’cause she proud of what I said
I’m a leader I got ’em followin’ my footsteps like the feds
I shoot like I’m Montana chopper bullets make ’em shed uh
Black on black new Phantom in the backseat sippin’ red uh
B***h I’m from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg uh
Condo like the pharmacy I got codeine in my fridge