[Intro]
It's Nell on the beat, nigga
Yah
[Chorus]
You better get your vest because this chopper hold a hundred (B-r-r-r)
Sent 'em the address, I knew the niggas weren't comin' (I know)
I don't know 'bout your niggas, but my niggas one hundred (One)
I got a bad bitch, you know that bitch don't want for nothin' (Oh)
Yeah, I'm a savage, you know I really came from nothin' (Yah)
Bet a young nigga show you how to turn this shit to somethin' (Yeah)
When we came out there blastin' then them niggas started runnin' (B-r-r-r, b-r-r-r, b-r-r-r)
No, you can not imagine how a nigga really comin' (Oh-oh)
[Verse 1]
I look back at my past and see how much I really had (Yah)
Went on a lot of missions, I ain't even rock a mask (No, no)
I fucked a lot of bitches and I made some niggas mad (Oh)
And they mighta got a baby 'cause them bitches didn't bag (Yah, yah, yah)
But it's that gang shit, we don't fuck with lames, bitch (Gang, gang)
You try an' get fame, that's when we gon' make you nameless (Yah)
Can't talk to my bitch, no, she don't speak your language (No)
You can't say hi, no, all she talk is bank slips (Cha-ching)
Balenciaga, you bitches better be proud of me
You see me, mama? I really came from poverty (Yah)
I did her wrong, don't owe her no apology (Oh, oh, oh)
Young Jefe, holmes (Young Jefe), that's what these bitches hollerin'
It's Nell on the beat, nigga
Yah
[Chorus]
You better get your vest because this chopper hold a hundred (B-r-r-r)
Sent 'em the address, I knew the niggas weren't comin' (I know)
I don't know 'bout your niggas, but my niggas one hundred (One)
I got a bad bitch, you know that bitch don't want for nothin' (Oh)
Yeah, I'm a savage, you know I really came from nothin' (Yah)
Bet a young nigga show you how to turn this shit to somethin' (Yeah)
When we came out there blastin' then them niggas started runnin' (B-r-r-r, b-r-r-r, b-r-r-r)
No, you can not imagine how a nigga really comin' (Oh-oh)
[Verse 1]
I look back at my past and see how much I really had (Yah)
Went on a lot of missions, I ain't even rock a mask (No, no)
I fucked a lot of bitches and I made some niggas mad (Oh)
And they mighta got a baby 'cause them bitches didn't bag (Yah, yah, yah)
But it's that gang shit, we don't fuck with lames, bitch (Gang, gang)
You try an' get fame, that's when we gon' make you nameless (Yah)
Can't talk to my bitch, no, she don't speak your language (No)
You can't say hi, no, all she talk is bank slips (Cha-ching)
Balenciaga, you bitches better be proud of me
You see me, mama? I really came from poverty (Yah)
I did her wrong, don't owe her no apology (Oh, oh, oh)
Young Jefe, holmes (Young Jefe), that's what these bitches hollerin'
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