[Intro]
Anonymass
[Chorus]
Still in the Cadillac, swervin'
Makin' church money off a sermon
Two cell phones, I've been servin'
Never been fucked out a check, I'm a virgin
Bad bitches that I've been curvin'
Washin' dirty money in detergent
Still ridin' 'round the town, swervin'
You should probably chill 'cause you're makin' them nervous
[Post-Chorus]
I'm gettin', big checks
I'm gettin', big checks
This is not a, big flex
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I make M's, please don't call me Dr. Dre though
Forty on my hip, but I'm not Canseco
Knots and payphones, keep a Glock like Waco
Coolin', tryna make myself a lot like Bedros
Two phonеs, the burner stay close
I'll makе a fool out a rapper like the first of April
Bumpin' Lil Durk, gettin' work from Draco
I take her to the trap, not to Turks & Caicos
I made it out the city, but boujee, I'm far from it
She could fuck me, but she ain't gon' get her a car from it
Every month, pay my mama's mortgage in all hunnids
And my dogs, they'll never say a word, but they still all gunnas
Clutchin' the pack like ball runners
I'd be ashamed to rap if I did y'all numbers
Y'all out of style like tall tees and hummers
If you in the field, it must be an off-season summer
And I don't mean an album by J. Cole
It's obvious that y'all Achille's heel ain't just under the ankle
I stepped into my greatness, it made 'em ungrateful
When you the GOAT, you gonna be somebody's scapegoat
Anonymass
[Chorus]
Still in the Cadillac, swervin'
Makin' church money off a sermon
Two cell phones, I've been servin'
Never been fucked out a check, I'm a virgin
Bad bitches that I've been curvin'
Washin' dirty money in detergent
Still ridin' 'round the town, swervin'
You should probably chill 'cause you're makin' them nervous
[Post-Chorus]
I'm gettin', big checks
I'm gettin', big checks
This is not a, big flex
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I make M's, please don't call me Dr. Dre though
Forty on my hip, but I'm not Canseco
Knots and payphones, keep a Glock like Waco
Coolin', tryna make myself a lot like Bedros
Two phonеs, the burner stay close
I'll makе a fool out a rapper like the first of April
Bumpin' Lil Durk, gettin' work from Draco
I take her to the trap, not to Turks & Caicos
I made it out the city, but boujee, I'm far from it
She could fuck me, but she ain't gon' get her a car from it
Every month, pay my mama's mortgage in all hunnids
And my dogs, they'll never say a word, but they still all gunnas
Clutchin' the pack like ball runners
I'd be ashamed to rap if I did y'all numbers
Y'all out of style like tall tees and hummers
If you in the field, it must be an off-season summer
And I don't mean an album by J. Cole
It's obvious that y'all Achille's heel ain't just under the ankle
I stepped into my greatness, it made 'em ungrateful
When you the GOAT, you gonna be somebody's scapegoat
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