[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
[?] been that nigga, everyone else was late
[?] like I sat on red velvet cake
Free my dawg [?]
Been sittin' down half a decade, still ain't got his time
Niggas who ain't did not a crime, tryna [?] the snitches
The shit you talk 'bout in your raps [?] most fictitious
All that hoopla that you doin', tryna impress the bitches
The main reason that Celine was [?] on our britches
I ain't never needed a handout, I stretched it on my own
The shit was cold and niggas was [?] I stood up on my ones
I ain't gon' lie, one of them years I exhausted my funds
I doubled it back, secured thе bag, now I'm on the run
Can't even look at hoеs for love, strictly just for fun
All these niggas look the same, can't pick 'em out the bunch
You're dead wrong, should be ashamed [?]
Fuck wrong with niggas [?] I don't fuck with niggas
But [?] the stylist, I'm the flyest, get that through your head
I can't believe they turned me down and didn't see my vision
I can't believe he lied and told the hoes [?] wasn't winnin' (Shh)
Now you know that shit ain't true
[?] keep a closed fist
I will never have bad blood over my old bitch
I be with [?]
I be with steppers and the stunners, just go ask Mitch
Fuck nigga, and this shit is a game until we up switch
I done bought so many whips, you'd think I beat niggas
These hoes don't know a thing about me 'cept I like it sloppy
Without a pimple on my face, it's hard to act cocky
Yeah dawg, I heard what you said, it added up oddly
That pillow talkin' never stopped the hoes from fuckin' once
Catch 'em lackin', have him lookin' like he spilled the Hunt's
[?] the Heinz
Off the X I feel like Malcolm, peekin' through the blinds
Lookin' through the middle
[?] your last chance, I don't feel bad a little
It's us
[?] been that nigga, everyone else was late
[?] like I sat on red velvet cake
Free my dawg [?]
Been sittin' down half a decade, still ain't got his time
Niggas who ain't did not a crime, tryna [?] the snitches
The shit you talk 'bout in your raps [?] most fictitious
All that hoopla that you doin', tryna impress the bitches
The main reason that Celine was [?] on our britches
I ain't never needed a handout, I stretched it on my own
The shit was cold and niggas was [?] I stood up on my ones
I ain't gon' lie, one of them years I exhausted my funds
I doubled it back, secured thе bag, now I'm on the run
Can't even look at hoеs for love, strictly just for fun
All these niggas look the same, can't pick 'em out the bunch
You're dead wrong, should be ashamed [?]
Fuck wrong with niggas [?] I don't fuck with niggas
But [?] the stylist, I'm the flyest, get that through your head
I can't believe they turned me down and didn't see my vision
I can't believe he lied and told the hoes [?] wasn't winnin' (Shh)
Now you know that shit ain't true
[?] keep a closed fist
I will never have bad blood over my old bitch
I be with [?]
I be with steppers and the stunners, just go ask Mitch
Fuck nigga, and this shit is a game until we up switch
I done bought so many whips, you'd think I beat niggas
These hoes don't know a thing about me 'cept I like it sloppy
Without a pimple on my face, it's hard to act cocky
Yeah dawg, I heard what you said, it added up oddly
That pillow talkin' never stopped the hoes from fuckin' once
Catch 'em lackin', have him lookin' like he spilled the Hunt's
[?] the Heinz
Off the X I feel like Malcolm, peekin' through the blinds
Lookin' through the middle
[?] your last chance, I don't feel bad a little
It's us
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