[Intro: Vory]
Ayy, ayy
These niggas, yeah
[Verse 1: Vory]
Ayy, these niggas ain't lit like you think they lit (Uh)
The count up is too legit (Get)
Got too much to do with this (Get)
Gotta learn how to move with this
Out in Miami at Tootsie’s and I'm throwin' twos and shit, I’m too legit
I'm out in booby with Lincoln and Aly
Ain't new to this, we used to this, ah
Know it's real when I'm really who I say I am
Ayy, lately shit been deeper, it's been deeper than the fam
Ayy, lately, thoughts been crowded, too much shit up on my temp (Ayy)
I been keepin' it cool 'cause they know I been gettin’ (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: BEAM]
All-star money
All-star moves, all-star boof (Get)
Keep it a hunnid, woo-woo, I never been one to make rules (Get)
Ayy, I’m splittin' the bands in two, I’m doin' the most, it's oof
[Verse 2: BEAM]
Ayy, ayy, smokin' the pack with his name on his case, I hate the aftertaste (taste, taste, taste)
Ayy, you can go take it to God, I ain’t in control of your fate (fate, fate, fate)
I give a fuck 'bout the fame, I really got nothin' to say
My family straight, I want the house on the lake and I make sure my mama done ate
Ayy, try not to get in the way
Yeah, all of the pills that I'm takin' got me in different phases
I'm dippin' the bricks in some tainted shit, I'm makin' this pain
Ayy, they look at entertainers like we got deals with Satan (Woo)
Ayy, all we do is sacrifice for lambs, the blood it's blameless (Get, get, get, get)
Ayy, ayy
These niggas, yeah
[Verse 1: Vory]
Ayy, these niggas ain't lit like you think they lit (Uh)
The count up is too legit (Get)
Got too much to do with this (Get)
Gotta learn how to move with this
Out in Miami at Tootsie’s and I'm throwin' twos and shit, I’m too legit
I'm out in booby with Lincoln and Aly
Ain't new to this, we used to this, ah
Know it's real when I'm really who I say I am
Ayy, lately shit been deeper, it's been deeper than the fam
Ayy, lately, thoughts been crowded, too much shit up on my temp (Ayy)
I been keepin' it cool 'cause they know I been gettin’ (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: BEAM]
All-star money
All-star moves, all-star boof (Get)
Keep it a hunnid, woo-woo, I never been one to make rules (Get)
Ayy, I’m splittin' the bands in two, I’m doin' the most, it's oof
[Verse 2: BEAM]
Ayy, ayy, smokin' the pack with his name on his case, I hate the aftertaste (taste, taste, taste)
Ayy, you can go take it to God, I ain’t in control of your fate (fate, fate, fate)
I give a fuck 'bout the fame, I really got nothin' to say
My family straight, I want the house on the lake and I make sure my mama done ate
Ayy, try not to get in the way
Yeah, all of the pills that I'm takin' got me in different phases
I'm dippin' the bricks in some tainted shit, I'm makin' this pain
Ayy, they look at entertainers like we got deals with Satan (Woo)
Ayy, all we do is sacrifice for lambs, the blood it's blameless (Get, get, get, get)
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