(Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Tay Keith
I don't give a fuck, I'm up, I crashed my Lambo truck four times (Skrrt)
Shout out Lil Durk, my hitters got sticks like Rondo Number Nine (Brrt; yeah)
I done got rich, my Rollies don't tick-tock but it still tell the time (Time; yeah)
Fuckin' your bitch in Louis V flip flop, tryna blow out her spine (Yeah)
Fuckgirls stallin' (Yeah), you ain't gettin' in (Yeah), don't waste my time (Yeah)
Tryna slow down, tryna chill but nothin' but workin' on my mind (Yeah)
Baby I'm ballin' (Woah), pop another X (Woah) and go over time (Woah)
She won't stop callin', gotta block her number, get off my line
Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up calories
Poppin' these pills to burn 'em off
Got a new coupe seats peanut butter tan
I'm drivin' 'round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don't cost to get 'em knocked off
Burp, burp, burp, yeah
Bullets, they bite they hurt, yeah (Bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna' put a stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
You can take me out the streets but the streets will never be outta me (Outta me)
I don't gotta prove myself for shit
If you run up on me, you gon' see (Right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (Lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
Gotta play it cool on the internet but I'm a savage in reality (Uh)
Two hundred plus on the digital dash
200k, that's in physical cash
Stop all the hate with your miserable ass
Got me your shorty, your physical bad (Yeah)
Run it up, you could put it on my tab
Shit that I got I thought I'd never had
Fresh out the lot, I got on paper tags
Smokin' exotic, you can't get a drag
Long laces and my shorts Rick Owen
Turn off the lights and my neck still glowin'
I'm the type to pull up with vibes and they blowin'
Where I'm from, people get shot when it's snowin'
My brother can't read but he still got a sentence
Had to fall back, now I'm back with a vengeance
I get 'em short and I stack up my tennis
Empty my bank account, then I replenish
Yeah, I eat good, I'm stackin' up calories
Poppin' these pills to burn 'em off
Got a new coupe seats peanut butter tan
I'm drivin' 'round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don't cost to get 'em knocked off
Burp, burp, burp, yeah
Bullets, they bite they hurt, yeah (Bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna' put a stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
You can take me out the streets but the streets will never be outta me (Outta me)
I don't gotta prove myself for shit
If you run up on me, you gon' see (Right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon' lurk, yeah (Lurkin')
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
Gotta play it cool on the internet but I'm a savage in reality (Uh)
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