[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Based1 got them bands, ho
They said I got next, nigga
But I got now, ayy
[Chorus]
They said I got next, nigga, I got now
I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down
Your circle full of squares, somethin' that we run around
No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down
They said I got next, nigga, I got now
I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down
Your circle full of squares, somethin' that we run around
No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down
[Verse]
My whip is like a spaceship, it's like ten feet off the ground
The plug don't speak no English, all he do is give me pounds
I'ma grab the chopper to let off a couple rounds
Nigga think he ready 'til he see what we about
You can miss me with that weak shit, ain't no talkin', ho, let's get right to it
Nigga thought I was a bitch and wasn't living all of my music
Get the bag and just ran through it, I don't care, I truly do this
Try to film me like I'm Truman, pay attention, I ain't stupid
We a long way from home, we still goin' up
Shorty came in with her man and she still tryna fuck
Like I don't care, I cop a foreign like a Ford truck
Still never sober, smokin' clover, come and try my luck
Never know why they hatin', tryna get the best of me
In the 'yo cookin' with a master recipe
Leave me with the rock and I'm scoring from the three
Overseas, smokin' weed, I can't feel a thing
Yeah, yeah
Based1 got them bands, ho
They said I got next, nigga
But I got now, ayy
[Chorus]
They said I got next, nigga, I got now
I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down
Your circle full of squares, somethin' that we run around
No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down
They said I got next, nigga, I got now
I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down
Your circle full of squares, somethin' that we run around
No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down
[Verse]
My whip is like a spaceship, it's like ten feet off the ground
The plug don't speak no English, all he do is give me pounds
I'ma grab the chopper to let off a couple rounds
Nigga think he ready 'til he see what we about
You can miss me with that weak shit, ain't no talkin', ho, let's get right to it
Nigga thought I was a bitch and wasn't living all of my music
Get the bag and just ran through it, I don't care, I truly do this
Try to film me like I'm Truman, pay attention, I ain't stupid
We a long way from home, we still goin' up
Shorty came in with her man and she still tryna fuck
Like I don't care, I cop a foreign like a Ford truck
Still never sober, smokin' clover, come and try my luck
Never know why they hatin', tryna get the best of me
In the 'yo cookin' with a master recipe
Leave me with the rock and I'm scoring from the three
Overseas, smokin' weed, I can't feel a thing
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