[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(Grow up, nigga)
Brrt, mm, stupid
Aight, tsh, the fuck they talkin' 'bout?
Yeah ('Crete, 'crete, 'crete, 'crete, 'crete)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
My momma mistakin' my bitches, huh
White bitch cleanin' my dishes, huh
I still leave a boy with the fishes, huh
I still won't sip on the Tris'
I bought her a Birkin, she did me dirty, and I still think she delicious
Speakin' on me, so I know he depressed, I hope he Cobain himself
I'ma go fuck his bitches
He can duck everything 'cept these bullets, and that's just hardcore physics
I won't give a bitch my digits
Somethin' happen to me, I ain't trippin, I know all my dogs gon' have to get vengeance
Flesh shot, give a fuck 'bout a witness
Get back, if you don't, we some bitches
These low-tier bitches is some business
Fuck 'em all, like a Teddy on missions
If I get on that time, it get vicious
I don't ever move 'round with malicious
Intent, but if you cross me, then I'm crossin' you back like Isiah on Pistons
All them boys hopin' and wishin', they would've listened
Three hunnid RP's, they stuffed in a box
Dog get ridin' 'round me, I'll tie him with the knocks
I used to knock on their door to see if I could cut they grass from block to block
Now I buy stocks and Rolls Royce trucks
I used to sweep up hair at the shop
Nah, for real, facts
Ecstasy pills by the pack, ha, Molly came by the pound, huh
Codeine came out the crate, can't fuck with no niggas who rape
'Crete put that boy on skates, preachin' the word like Jakes
These bitches gon' fuck a face, I'm tryna go big, like Ace
I'm tryna go big, Biggavel
I was poppin' some shit, they could smell
I been up on the ave' since twelve
Pulled a trigger with paint on my nails
Pussy
(Grow up, nigga)
Brrt, mm, stupid
Aight, tsh, the fuck they talkin' 'bout?
Yeah ('Crete, 'crete, 'crete, 'crete, 'crete)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
My momma mistakin' my bitches, huh
White bitch cleanin' my dishes, huh
I still leave a boy with the fishes, huh
I still won't sip on the Tris'
I bought her a Birkin, she did me dirty, and I still think she delicious
Speakin' on me, so I know he depressed, I hope he Cobain himself
I'ma go fuck his bitches
He can duck everything 'cept these bullets, and that's just hardcore physics
I won't give a bitch my digits
Somethin' happen to me, I ain't trippin, I know all my dogs gon' have to get vengeance
Flesh shot, give a fuck 'bout a witness
Get back, if you don't, we some bitches
These low-tier bitches is some business
Fuck 'em all, like a Teddy on missions
If I get on that time, it get vicious
I don't ever move 'round with malicious
Intent, but if you cross me, then I'm crossin' you back like Isiah on Pistons
All them boys hopin' and wishin', they would've listened
Three hunnid RP's, they stuffed in a box
Dog get ridin' 'round me, I'll tie him with the knocks
I used to knock on their door to see if I could cut they grass from block to block
Now I buy stocks and Rolls Royce trucks
I used to sweep up hair at the shop
Nah, for real, facts
Ecstasy pills by the pack, ha, Molly came by the pound, huh
Codeine came out the crate, can't fuck with no niggas who rape
'Crete put that boy on skates, preachin' the word like Jakes
These bitches gon' fuck a face, I'm tryna go big, like Ace
I'm tryna go big, Biggavel
I was poppin' some shit, they could smell
I been up on the ave' since twelve
Pulled a trigger with paint on my nails
Pussy
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