[Chorus: L.O.E. Shimmy]
Told me that this shit get deep, but I still wanna dive in like a creature, uh
TRX eatin' up that diesel, lil' mama bad, she broke the meter, uh
All these drugs I'm takin' lethal, I can't go nowhere without my heater, uh
I don't even care about the money, you ain't fye, then you can't get no feature, uh
I'm up late, take care my people, tryna stack my Franklins like Aretha, uh
It's my time, I feel it comin', I'ma spread my wings just like an eaglе, uh
Hit the stage, the crowd gеt jumpin', and I'm rockin' out just like The Beatles, uh
Dive inside her, she keep runnin', guess lil' mama can't even take the needle, uh
[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
I'ma jump right on the beat and I just get to snappin', I swear that this rappin' my passion
I get to drippin', lil' bitch, I just might need a napkin, I'm spendin' them rackades on fashion
Brodie been lettin' 'em have it, he flippin' the packs in the trap, he been doin' gymnastics
I hit your bitch from the back, she was callin' me dad, had to tell the bitch, "I ain't your pappy"
We took a trip out to Cali and brought back them P's, brodie said, "Tell them niggas come tap in"
I got like fifty racks stuffed in my motherfuckin' jeans, nigga, don't even ask why I'm saggin'
Niggas be broke as a bitch, they ain't gettin' no cheese, man, I swear that they really be slackin'
Chasin' that money, for that shit, you know I'm a fiend, man, I swear to God I gotta have it
You say you happy 'cause I made it happen, but when I was broke, you was laughin'
Gettin' that money, I'm stackin' it up 'til my shit tall as Megan Thee Stallion
Yeah, I might pop a lil' shit, but I'm keepin' it cool, I am not with the braggin'
Run up some money and blow it, I don't gotta show it, they already know that I'm havin'
Nigga, look what I done started, Luh Tyler an artist, I'm smokin' on gas like Bob Marley
Shittin' on niggas, I'm sorry, I bust down a Rollie, I got a boss bitch, she want Carti
Book a flight out to Cali to see my lil' bitch, kinda thinkin' 'bout wifin' lil' shawty
Rip her right out the plastic, I swear she a baddie, man, matter fact, my bitch a Barbie
Told me that this shit get deep, but I still wanna dive in like a creature, uh
TRX eatin' up that diesel, lil' mama bad, she broke the meter, uh
All these drugs I'm takin' lethal, I can't go nowhere without my heater, uh
I don't even care about the money, you ain't fye, then you can't get no feature, uh
I'm up late, take care my people, tryna stack my Franklins like Aretha, uh
It's my time, I feel it comin', I'ma spread my wings just like an eaglе, uh
Hit the stage, the crowd gеt jumpin', and I'm rockin' out just like The Beatles, uh
Dive inside her, she keep runnin', guess lil' mama can't even take the needle, uh
[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
I'ma jump right on the beat and I just get to snappin', I swear that this rappin' my passion
I get to drippin', lil' bitch, I just might need a napkin, I'm spendin' them rackades on fashion
Brodie been lettin' 'em have it, he flippin' the packs in the trap, he been doin' gymnastics
I hit your bitch from the back, she was callin' me dad, had to tell the bitch, "I ain't your pappy"
We took a trip out to Cali and brought back them P's, brodie said, "Tell them niggas come tap in"
I got like fifty racks stuffed in my motherfuckin' jeans, nigga, don't even ask why I'm saggin'
Niggas be broke as a bitch, they ain't gettin' no cheese, man, I swear that they really be slackin'
Chasin' that money, for that shit, you know I'm a fiend, man, I swear to God I gotta have it
You say you happy 'cause I made it happen, but when I was broke, you was laughin'
Gettin' that money, I'm stackin' it up 'til my shit tall as Megan Thee Stallion
Yeah, I might pop a lil' shit, but I'm keepin' it cool, I am not with the braggin'
Run up some money and blow it, I don't gotta show it, they already know that I'm havin'
Nigga, look what I done started, Luh Tyler an artist, I'm smokin' on gas like Bob Marley
Shittin' on niggas, I'm sorry, I bust down a Rollie, I got a boss bitch, she want Carti
Book a flight out to Cali to see my lil' bitch, kinda thinkin' 'bout wifin' lil' shawty
Rip her right out the plastic, I swear she a baddie, man, matter fact, my bitch a Barbie
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