[Intro]
(Skai)
[Chorus]
They act like it's a crime just 'cause I was doing me (Swear)
Act like it's a crime just 'cause I be doing me (Swear, dig)
Said they want some of my time, told 'em, "It ain't nothing free"
Said, I get to the bag, period, you boys not hearing me (Swear)
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, shout out to lil' Virgil, I got Diors on my feet (Let's go)
And that dope is a lil' off white, I ain't talking 'bout no tees (Let's go)
You hit the dope and it might hurt your stomach, you hit the gas, now you out like Creed
I get you whacked for a lil' bit of money, he turn to rat for a lil' bit of cheese
[Verse 1]
All of the opp hoes come to out back, 'cause on your head, I sprinkled a lil' cheese
I got some bowls, it's out in the back, I get it off thirty-one, thirty-three
Pull up to your house and I'm cleaning it up, I'm spraying it down, ain't talking Febreeze
No, I ain't answer, I'm dealing with shit, everybody always think that I be free
They calling him Rick, he thinking he slick, put pumps to his chest, now I told him to breathe
I'm rocking the Rick right down to the kicks, you looked at my shoes, thought it was McQueen
He made the wrong move, put him in the box, add a logo on it, call it Supreme
I got a Gucci logo on my socks, I take my shoes off and [?][1:00]
[Chorus]
They act like it's a crime just 'cause I was doing me (Swear)
Act like it's a crime just 'cause I be doing me (Swear)
Said they want some of my time, told 'em, "It ain't nothing free" (Dig)
Said, I get to the bag, period, you boys not hearing me (Dig)
(Skai)
[Chorus]
They act like it's a crime just 'cause I was doing me (Swear)
Act like it's a crime just 'cause I be doing me (Swear, dig)
Said they want some of my time, told 'em, "It ain't nothing free"
Said, I get to the bag, period, you boys not hearing me (Swear)
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, shout out to lil' Virgil, I got Diors on my feet (Let's go)
And that dope is a lil' off white, I ain't talking 'bout no tees (Let's go)
You hit the dope and it might hurt your stomach, you hit the gas, now you out like Creed
I get you whacked for a lil' bit of money, he turn to rat for a lil' bit of cheese
[Verse 1]
All of the opp hoes come to out back, 'cause on your head, I sprinkled a lil' cheese
I got some bowls, it's out in the back, I get it off thirty-one, thirty-three
Pull up to your house and I'm cleaning it up, I'm spraying it down, ain't talking Febreeze
No, I ain't answer, I'm dealing with shit, everybody always think that I be free
They calling him Rick, he thinking he slick, put pumps to his chest, now I told him to breathe
I'm rocking the Rick right down to the kicks, you looked at my shoes, thought it was McQueen
He made the wrong move, put him in the box, add a logo on it, call it Supreme
I got a Gucci logo on my socks, I take my shoes off and [?][1:00]
[Chorus]
They act like it's a crime just 'cause I was doing me (Swear)
Act like it's a crime just 'cause I be doing me (Swear)
Said they want some of my time, told 'em, "It ain't nothing free" (Dig)
Said, I get to the bag, period, you boys not hearing me (Dig)
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