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[Intro]
Okay, like, fuck that shit (Okay, let's go)
Okay, like, fuck that shit (Okay, let's go)
Okay, like, fuck that shit (Okay, let's go)
Okay, like, fuck that shit (Okay, let's go)
[Verse 1]
I done made 1M, 2M, 3M, 4M, 5M 'bout this shit
Got you a hit, so you think you up
But the rest of your boys, they all ain't shit
I'm tryna feed my bros, we gon' all eat good
If I end up getting rich
And I'm not talking 'bout music shit
I got some other ways to get rich
Now I'm global, I be outside, saw a camera, then I had to hide
These shootas creep in the nighttime, talking crazy, yeah, that's suicide
Already died for the first time, bitch, you could do it a second time
You wanna, you wanna act outlandish, just give a reason, bro, tell me why?
And I was boutta get in hеre and start talking 'bout sad shit, but I said, "Fuck that shit"
And if I see bands, gotta get them quick
And you so damn lamе, we can't coexist
Tryna hit up malls, tryna get it fast, tryna get some new shit up on my wrist
I hop in the Hellcat, then I dip
And can't nobody do this shit like this (Fuck)
Can't nobody tell me shit, step out the door, and I came with it (Bitch)
Now they all up on dick, but you broke, broke, broke, you can't tell me shit
'Boutta cut you off, 'cause you stay on dick
Bitch, I had enough, now you going through it
I need more, more, more, feel like I can't fit
And that shit all fake, it's so counterfeit (If you talk that talk, then you gon' get hit)
Like, fuck that shit ([?])
Okay, like, fuck that shit (Okay, let's go)
Okay, like, fuck that shit (Okay, let's go)
Okay, like, fuck that shit (Okay, let's go)
Okay, like, fuck that shit (Okay, let's go)
[Verse 1]
I done made 1M, 2M, 3M, 4M, 5M 'bout this shit
Got you a hit, so you think you up
But the rest of your boys, they all ain't shit
I'm tryna feed my bros, we gon' all eat good
If I end up getting rich
And I'm not talking 'bout music shit
I got some other ways to get rich
Now I'm global, I be outside, saw a camera, then I had to hide
These shootas creep in the nighttime, talking crazy, yeah, that's suicide
Already died for the first time, bitch, you could do it a second time
You wanna, you wanna act outlandish, just give a reason, bro, tell me why?
And I was boutta get in hеre and start talking 'bout sad shit, but I said, "Fuck that shit"
And if I see bands, gotta get them quick
And you so damn lamе, we can't coexist
Tryna hit up malls, tryna get it fast, tryna get some new shit up on my wrist
I hop in the Hellcat, then I dip
And can't nobody do this shit like this (Fuck)
Can't nobody tell me shit, step out the door, and I came with it (Bitch)
Now they all up on dick, but you broke, broke, broke, you can't tell me shit
'Boutta cut you off, 'cause you stay on dick
Bitch, I had enough, now you going through it
I need more, more, more, feel like I can't fit
And that shit all fake, it's so counterfeit (If you talk that talk, then you gon' get hit)
Like, fuck that shit ([?])
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