(Yeah, uh)
Yeah
What you gon' do when them shots get to comin'?
Face a Backwood and it gave me the munchies
Dropped out of school, I didn't get a diploma
I didn't go to prom, I didn't have a homecomin'
And I don't fuck with 12, I don't fuck with the dozen
I went outside when my mom got to fussin'
I'm baby G.O.A.T. but I do not wear Huggies
Go to their airport and check in my luggage
That money do matter, but it really doesn't
I went to Cali and picked up a couple
I put this shit together like a puzzle
If it ain't 'bout the money, no discussion
Honey Backwood, I don't fuck with the Russian
Pullin' her hair from the back when I'm fuckin'
Yeah, I'm a lady's man, David Ruffin
Yeah, I'm a lady's man, David Ruffin
Huh, bitch, if I'm Mike, then my brother, he T.O.
Got a bad bitch and she boostin' my ego
Go to New York and my boy smokin' Fronto
My shooter come to your front and your back door
I am real cool, don't need no new folks
When you watch Kevo Muney, better take notes
I got a star but he shoot when I say so
I put in work, I ain't takin' the day off
I put in work, I just hope that it pay off
I'm gettin' money, this shit like a day job
I'm fightin' life with no scar
I'm fightin' life with no scars
Get the fuck out my life, don't want no dealings
Every time I leave her in her feelings
Feelin' like Zach, I ran'd off with a fifty
Come from a place you get sacked in the city
Heard a nigga say that he gon' finish me
When I see you, better have that same energy
I'm like a president, feelin' like I'm Kennedy
And I pray every night 'cause I know I been sinnin', oh
Said that you gon' finish me, keep that same energy
You gon' finish me, keep that same energy (Oh, oh)
I think they deaf, man, I don't think they listenin'
I think they deaf, I don't think they listenin'
What you gon' do when them shots get to comin'?
Face a Backwood and it gave me the munchies
Dropped out of school, I didn't get a diploma
I didn't go to prom, I didn't have a homecomin'
Don't fuck with 12, I don't fuck with the dozen
I went outside when my mom got to fussin'
I'm baby G.O.A.T. but I do not wear Huggies
Go to their airport and check in my luggage
And it go oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
And it go oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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