No Adlibs Big Homiie G

[Intro]
Turn me up YC

[Verse 1]
Woah
I don't know why these niggas hatin' on me
I got a check, I waited days on it
I put my life down on these beats, I'm ready for whatever, whoever on it
I ain't never tuckin' my chain, gotta see this ice
Nigga really spent too much on it
I told my nigga we up and I got him for life
Give a fuck if they wrong or they right
They say I'm next up for a deal
I say I'm independent with a mil'
I'm in my section fresher than bitch
These rose gold cubans give me the chills
I can't be rockin' whatever ain't real
I spent a 50 ball for a grill
I keep a burner with me, [?], give a fuck how you lil' niggas feel
I'm fuckin' off with the Tris' when I can't get the Wock'
I'm sick as hell, need me a doc
I'm paranoid off these percs and this car followin' me
Let him have it when I hit the block
I'm fresh off the road countin' up my money
My son say "Damn, dad, that's a lot"
I'm smellin' like Tom Ford on a yacht
She want me to love on her, but I'm not
I'm tryna burn her head off the top