[Intro: FKi 1st]
Good job, 1st (Ayy)
[Verse 1: FKi 1st]
Them bitches love it when I sing (What's up?)
Being rich and being real, they are not the same thing, uh (That shit different, nigga)
Ayy, I'm mixin' up, I'm sippin' pink
Mixin' up, I'm sippin' drinks
Like, "Fuck what a hater think," like (Man, fuck)
Okay, I'm speedin' down twenty (Skrrt)
Spillin' all this Henny, spendin' every penny (Whop)
You niggas snitchin' and you telling (Shh)
Nigga, you a rat, uh, Remy (Ha)
All my niggas pack semis (Pop-pop-pop)
My nigga got a pack that he sending (Touchdown)
Racks that are spending
They say never ending (Pop-pop)
My dawg got a case and the charges still pending (I got you, nigga)
That tough shit that you on is an act, you're pretending (Ha)
That cap all in your rap, this ain't your trap
Boy, I'm smoking on this pack
It's a fetish, all caps, that means it's yеlling
That's what you're smelling
That's what you're smеlling
Said it's loud, yeah, this loud on me
If you smokin' in my circle then it's loud on me
I heard you been talkin' down, talkin' down on me
You come 'round some of my rounds, I send rounds on me
And I don't mean free drinks, doin' shit off instincts
So I made a lot of money, man, I need like three Brinks trucks
Action movie stuntin', get the popcorn and the Milk Duds
Like I said in the beginning, money don't make you real, bruh
Luckily, real niggas fuck with me 'cause I'm a real one
Pulled up with one bitch, done left with another, that's a real stunt
Put a whole seven inside the backwood, that's a real blunt
That's a— (Uh-uh, uh)
That's a real stunt
Good job, 1st (Ayy)
[Verse 1: FKi 1st]
Them bitches love it when I sing (What's up?)
Being rich and being real, they are not the same thing, uh (That shit different, nigga)
Ayy, I'm mixin' up, I'm sippin' pink
Mixin' up, I'm sippin' drinks
Like, "Fuck what a hater think," like (Man, fuck)
Okay, I'm speedin' down twenty (Skrrt)
Spillin' all this Henny, spendin' every penny (Whop)
You niggas snitchin' and you telling (Shh)
Nigga, you a rat, uh, Remy (Ha)
All my niggas pack semis (Pop-pop-pop)
My nigga got a pack that he sending (Touchdown)
Racks that are spending
They say never ending (Pop-pop)
My dawg got a case and the charges still pending (I got you, nigga)
That tough shit that you on is an act, you're pretending (Ha)
That cap all in your rap, this ain't your trap
Boy, I'm smoking on this pack
It's a fetish, all caps, that means it's yеlling
That's what you're smelling
That's what you're smеlling
Said it's loud, yeah, this loud on me
If you smokin' in my circle then it's loud on me
I heard you been talkin' down, talkin' down on me
You come 'round some of my rounds, I send rounds on me
And I don't mean free drinks, doin' shit off instincts
So I made a lot of money, man, I need like three Brinks trucks
Action movie stuntin', get the popcorn and the Milk Duds
Like I said in the beginning, money don't make you real, bruh
Luckily, real niggas fuck with me 'cause I'm a real one
Pulled up with one bitch, done left with another, that's a real stunt
Put a whole seven inside the backwood, that's a real blunt
That's a— (Uh-uh, uh)
That's a real stunt
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