Niggas be out here playin' both sides, man
Like they Travis Hunter, you feel me? (Yo, you not ready for Sept3mber)
Nigga, you gotta pick a fuckin' side, man (K6, this beat hard)
Can't go both ways with this shit, nigga, you either in or you out
Yeah
My arm in a turkey bag, shake on my elbow
I used to re-up in a dispensary on Melrose
Like ship out a box and exotic is enclosed
I'm ballin' and rappin', I'm feelin' like Gelo
I'm smashin' this bitch with her face in the pillow
I don't want no lighter scents, I want the indo
The plug used to throw that pack right through my window
I just hit the terps, so right now I'm mellow
A hundred K spent on ten outfits
I'ma move in silence, ain't on clout shit
Niggas ain't got no 'za, they be poundless
I'ma load up that AR and down shit
Got plays out in Oakland, my flower gon' choke 'em
I'm runnin' shit mild while I'm lookin' at Rogan
Nigga say that he shop with me, I do not know him
Don't come with that bullshit 'cause I am not goin'
It's fuck all them niggas 'cause they is not us
Had to turn that ho down, I can't give into lust
Had to test all my friends, I can't give out no trust
Had some partners switch up, so I had to adjust
My 'za spot, it gutter, my mansion is plush
Niggas actin' too girly, you know that they sus'
Nigga, winnin' a must, nigga, splurgin' a must
Yeah, the AP a must, yeah, that 'Rari a must
They be playin' both sides like they Travis Hunter
Know the China man, he bring me loads of Bubba
Niggas actin' like hoes, man, they make me wonder
Yeah, I'm havin' exotic, you ain't gotta wonder
Got me feelin' like Shai 'cause I ride with the thunder
I swoop in like predator and put niggas under
When you ride with that pack, boy, you can't have no blunders
I never did Breakfast Club or did No Jumper
I never did Vlad, I never did Joe Budden
Just keep me a Glock 43 and I'll blow somethin'
Bitch, I'm indie, so no, I don't owe nothin'
Don't need your advice 'cause you do not know nothin'
I got a freak at the crib and she toe-touchin'
Munyun from streamin' and plus I got dope money
All-white G-Wagen, same color as snow bunny
Go shoppin', then go eat lunch at the rotunda
My arm in a turkey bag, shake on my elbow
I used to re-up in a dispensary on Melrose
Like ship out a box and exotic is enclosed
I'm ballin' and rappin', I'm feelin' like Gelo
I'm smashin' this bitch with her face in the pillow
I don't want no lighter scents, I want the indo
The plug used to throw that pack right through my window
I just hit the terps, so right now I'm mellow
A hundred K spent on ten outfits
I'ma move in silence, ain't on clout shit
Niggas ain't got no 'za, they be poundless
I'ma load up that AR and down shit
Got plays out in Oakland, my flower gon' choke 'em
I'm runnin' shit mild while I'm lookin' at Rogan
Nigga say that he shop with me, I do not know him
Don't come with that bullshit 'cause I am not goin'
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