Eardrummers
True, damn, you makin' noise, boy
I'm on top that top
I'm the top bitch on that roster
Top bitch on that roster
They not fly as, fly as us, no (us, no, us, no)
My wrist look like candy crush (crush, crush, crush)
Know that loud pack smelling musty
Man, you haters be some peasants
Fly as hell, hopping out that black truck like a blimp
I bought all my houses, baby, I'm invested (I'm invested)
Fool me once, and I go ghost, I just go missin'
Yeah I read your text, still ain't get the message (still ain't get the message)
Yeah I play my role, but still ain't get my credit (still ain't get my credit)
Yeah I been on my own, shit fuck with my mental (fuck with my)
These bitches ain't on this level
These bitches don't know my struggle (yeah)
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Private plane, it gon' bring me up, come get up with me (let's go)
Came from noth', bitch you know wassup, you know wassup with it
In that mode, yeah I'm off that liquor, 'til that cup empty
Strip club, in the section throwing ones
I'm on top that top
I'm the top bitch on that roster
They not fly as, fly as us, no (us, no, us, no)
My wrist look like candy crush (crush, crush)
Know that loud pack smelling musty
Wait, wait
Can't keep up, you too late (too late)
I'm countin' up the green, green (green)
Give a fuck what they say, I'm me (yeah)
Free Atkins, Free Pay-Pay (yeah, yeah)
Still rockin' out 'til this day (yeah)
Still smokin' blunt to the face (wait)
Still smackin bitches, I don't play (I don't play)
Get the fuck off my
Private plane, it gon' bring me up, come get up with me (up with me)
Came from noth', bitch you know wassup, you know wassup with it (up with me)
In that mode, yeah I'm off that liquor, 'til that cup empty ('til that cup empty)
Strip club, in the section throwing ones (bow-bow-bow)
I'm on top that top
I'm the top bitch on that roster
They not fly as, fly as us, no (us, no, us, no)
My wrist look like candy crush (crush, crush)
Know that loud pack smelling musty
I'm on top that top (I'm on top)
I'm the top bitch on that roster
They not fly as, fly as us, no (us, no)
My wrist look like candy crush (crush, candy crush)
Know that loud pack smelling musty
Yeah, Free Pay-Pay, Free Atkins
Eardrummers
Shoutout Ceemo, taking care of his daughter everyday, doing what he gotta do
Even though we dont speak everyday, that's my nigga for life
True, damn, you makin' noise, boy
And uh, you don't gotta see me with, with a motherfucka everyday, just know that they in my heart
For the ones that not around no more, you know you still in my heart
I love you for life, keep going, nigga
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