[Intro]
EarlOnTheBeat
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Can't hang around if you don't got tough feet
I don't eat fruit so my nut like sweet heat
Nigga so rich, bank lookin' like VC
Walk down, run down on 'em like it's DC
I don't shoot, but I call the shots like a DP
Clip hold twelve like an '05 CD
Summertime, bitches wearin' green like a BP
DD sittin' on her chest, tryna suck me
Whole time, nigga on the phone tryna run down
Bomb down, baby gettin' piped 'til the sun down
Rich nigga take a rich shit on a gold seat
Since then, been a prodigy like Mobb Deep
Say less, nigga, do more 'cause the talk free
Used to punch numbers off an iPhone 5c
White bitch tan, lookin' like an orange Hi-C
Shawty gave top and I rated it a high C
Man, I'm back and I'm better
I gained a lil' weight but I look even better
She give it a lick like she closing a letter
Her friend tryna fuck, but she ugly so never
Never
Goin' back broke, AR with the scope
I bought a lil' tote, it cost me a dime
Cut that boy off, I'm seeing the signs
You can't hang around if you don't pay the fine
Get put on the plate, lookin' like swine
Who bitch is this? Finna be mine
Got her on her knees like she at the shrine
EarlOnTheBeat
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Can't hang around if you don't got tough feet
I don't eat fruit so my nut like sweet heat
Nigga so rich, bank lookin' like VC
Walk down, run down on 'em like it's DC
I don't shoot, but I call the shots like a DP
Clip hold twelve like an '05 CD
Summertime, bitches wearin' green like a BP
DD sittin' on her chest, tryna suck me
Whole time, nigga on the phone tryna run down
Bomb down, baby gettin' piped 'til the sun down
Rich nigga take a rich shit on a gold seat
Since then, been a prodigy like Mobb Deep
Say less, nigga, do more 'cause the talk free
Used to punch numbers off an iPhone 5c
White bitch tan, lookin' like an orange Hi-C
Shawty gave top and I rated it a high C
Man, I'm back and I'm better
I gained a lil' weight but I look even better
She give it a lick like she closing a letter
Her friend tryna fuck, but she ugly so never
Never
Goin' back broke, AR with the scope
I bought a lil' tote, it cost me a dime
Cut that boy off, I'm seeing the signs
You can't hang around if you don't pay the fine
Get put on the plate, lookin' like swine
Who bitch is this? Finna be mine
Got her on her knees like she at the shrine
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