[Intro]
Yeah
Gang
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?
Ah, nah you ain't made that motherfucker
Pew-pew
Yeah
[Chorus]
Really in the field like the whole damn Madden
Strapped out like I'm Go Go Gadget
Rag3 Kidd shit, he a whole 'nother savage
Cartier on my fit, girl I don't wanna panic
Like, I'm too high on a whole 'nother planet
I'm still eatin', they don't understand it
Ed Hardy drip, had to switch my fashion
And my bitch from Peru so I'm ordering lavish (Ooh, woah)
[Post-Chorus]
Woke up in a brand new mood like, fuck these niggas, yes, sir
In a brand new Vert, shit, let me show you how it works
They wanna put me first, shit, now we in the same world
I just been ballin' whatever you call it, my niggas gon' do it, they with it regardless
[Verse 1]
I'm not a rapper, a singer, guitarist, so speak on my name, I'm a muh'fuckin' artist
All that shits for the fuckin' birds, girl, I'm so OTL don't get me started
All these interviews get on my nerves, I'm a hundred miles in, excuse me pardon
Fuck it, I'll move to New York like I'm Harden
I'm Zombieland steppin' where it gets the darkest
And it's like that, DC The Don MVP, where the lights at?
Hold on, round two, bring the fight back
Fuck your lady, drop her off 'cause I'm like that
Shawty so green, why you wife that?
I'm the type to steal the bitch heart and never write back
Lowkey that bitch so annoyin'
Keep it player, that shit disappointin'
I'm so cold now my shit got pneumonia
My bitch know I'm Daij, so I got paranoia
I'm grippin' my steel in the back of Toyotas
I'm surrounded by woods like we in Minnesota
I hate these hoes with a passion
Single this shit, now I'm switchin' my captions
Fuck the IRS, I ain't payin' my taxes
Better stay away when the gang, gang active
She keep callin' my phone I'm like, "Fuck it, what happened?"
Yeah
Gang
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?
Ah, nah you ain't made that motherfucker
Pew-pew
Yeah
[Chorus]
Really in the field like the whole damn Madden
Strapped out like I'm Go Go Gadget
Rag3 Kidd shit, he a whole 'nother savage
Cartier on my fit, girl I don't wanna panic
Like, I'm too high on a whole 'nother planet
I'm still eatin', they don't understand it
Ed Hardy drip, had to switch my fashion
And my bitch from Peru so I'm ordering lavish (Ooh, woah)
[Post-Chorus]
Woke up in a brand new mood like, fuck these niggas, yes, sir
In a brand new Vert, shit, let me show you how it works
They wanna put me first, shit, now we in the same world
I just been ballin' whatever you call it, my niggas gon' do it, they with it regardless
[Verse 1]
I'm not a rapper, a singer, guitarist, so speak on my name, I'm a muh'fuckin' artist
All that shits for the fuckin' birds, girl, I'm so OTL don't get me started
All these interviews get on my nerves, I'm a hundred miles in, excuse me pardon
Fuck it, I'll move to New York like I'm Harden
I'm Zombieland steppin' where it gets the darkest
And it's like that, DC The Don MVP, where the lights at?
Hold on, round two, bring the fight back
Fuck your lady, drop her off 'cause I'm like that
Shawty so green, why you wife that?
I'm the type to steal the bitch heart and never write back
Lowkey that bitch so annoyin'
Keep it player, that shit disappointin'
I'm so cold now my shit got pneumonia
My bitch know I'm Daij, so I got paranoia
I'm grippin' my steel in the back of Toyotas
I'm surrounded by woods like we in Minnesota
I hate these hoes with a passion
Single this shit, now I'm switchin' my captions
Fuck the IRS, I ain't payin' my taxes
Better stay away when the gang, gang active
She keep callin' my phone I'm like, "Fuck it, what happened?"
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