[Intro]
Damn Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?
Wop? Why these niggas— (I just, nothing wrong)
[Verse]
Wop? Why these niggas tryna take your style?
I just bought another car, it go like two-hundred miles
I'm a boss, turtle pie, boy you smokin' paw-paw
Glock in my bitch purse when we out and about
All jokes aside nigga, I come and renovate your house
Can you tell me the difference between a rat and a mouse?
He caught two to the throat, I was aiming at his mouth
The workers in Saks text me when the new shit coming out
At Neimans, shit in Detroit and Atlanta
Why in the fuck is so much Wock in my Fanta?
Me and my bitch a boss, both of us gettin' pampered
Spent two hours in Gucci, I done turned it to a habit
Get shot in yo head lil' nigga for all that cappin'
This a AK-47, I'll shoot you and yo' captain
One-fifty on the freeway, thinkin' if I should go faster
Put some money on yo' car, have that bitched flipped backwards
Niggas copy me too good how I know you niggas active
Bitch I got real money, I'm not yo average lil' bastard
Get a taste of scam money boy, I bet you stop trappin
Boy you niggas been fell off, shit, I wish y'all stop rappin
And stop beggin' for a feature, you niggas broke it ain't happening
I don't know what's wrong with me, I got Prada, Fendi habits
Niggas really fucked up wave ridin', shit tragic
Put some light change on you, he gon' disappear like magic
Damn Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?
Wop? Why these niggas— (I just, nothing wrong)
[Verse]
Wop? Why these niggas tryna take your style?
I just bought another car, it go like two-hundred miles
I'm a boss, turtle pie, boy you smokin' paw-paw
Glock in my bitch purse when we out and about
All jokes aside nigga, I come and renovate your house
Can you tell me the difference between a rat and a mouse?
He caught two to the throat, I was aiming at his mouth
The workers in Saks text me when the new shit coming out
At Neimans, shit in Detroit and Atlanta
Why in the fuck is so much Wock in my Fanta?
Me and my bitch a boss, both of us gettin' pampered
Spent two hours in Gucci, I done turned it to a habit
Get shot in yo head lil' nigga for all that cappin'
This a AK-47, I'll shoot you and yo' captain
One-fifty on the freeway, thinkin' if I should go faster
Put some money on yo' car, have that bitched flipped backwards
Niggas copy me too good how I know you niggas active
Bitch I got real money, I'm not yo average lil' bastard
Get a taste of scam money boy, I bet you stop trappin
Boy you niggas been fell off, shit, I wish y'all stop rappin
And stop beggin' for a feature, you niggas broke it ain't happening
I don't know what's wrong with me, I got Prada, Fendi habits
Niggas really fucked up wave ridin', shit tragic
Put some light change on you, he gon' disappear like magic
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