[Intro]
(No way, Hozay)
(Turn me up, Juu)
Still keep it out in public, I be still thuggin', uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Hey, Juu, uh-uh
Uh-uh
[Verse]
Still keep it out in public, I be still thuggin'
I can't let them niggas put me under, so I'm steady clutchin'
I been out and huntin' for that bag, niggas still bluffin'
Niggas only hatin' 'cause I'm buzzin', never killed nothin'
I was out here chasin' for a bitch until she turned her back
Bae, if you don't know me by now, then you gon' lose your spot
I know I can fuck any bitch I want 'cause I got them racks
Shooter steady trippin' and killin', I call him Mad Max
Every time I got out to Cali, I go get me a pack
Let the plug throw a bad batch and I'ma throw it back
I don't give a fuck about this shit, but I'ma need them racks
Try to play with that and I'ma fuck around and get you shot, yeah, yeah
Lot of dead bodies in my pocket make my pants sag
Let me peep the lick, I set my glizzy on his man ass
Why would I respond to the opps with they fan ass?
Wasn't with me from the start, then get the fuck off of my bandwagon
Some niggas sayin' I wasn't shit when I gave 'em my last
I can't keep on blowin' through this money, I'm a fuckin' dad
Shot at me and missed, you know that shit just got me fuckin' mad
Ain't no stoppin' hits until we put 'em in the fuckin' past
We spinnin' and hoppin', hop out the car, but we took off the tag
Better be duckin', they shootin' Dracs or that's gon' be his ass
This African nigga hit BOA for like fifty-two bands
Don't do it, but how the fuck niggas broke if they could catch a scam?
Uh, manifestin' about that Urus, I want me a Lam
Niggas ain't playin' with me period, my youngins'll spazz
Then make a diss track with visuals, that's you niggas' plan
I celebrate 'bout what I got 'cause I come from the sand
I want a bitch, but I can't even get a chance
Tote a glizzy, I got GG on my chain stamped
Caught a nigga off the lake while he was tryna vamp
He caught everything I threw, call me the people's champ
I'm missin' Popeye every day, I know he know I miss him
You niggas outside 'cause the niggas locked up the ones official
Thinkin' 'bout Pop, holdin' my Drac', now I'm thinkin' 'bout killin'
I'm ridin' presidential with Drizzy while I'm tourin' my city
Got a lot of Dracs, but I ain't get a deal with OVO
That bitch kept on lyin', started lookin' like Pinocchio
Bitch runnin' her lip, so I call her a karaoke ho
Before I keep a bitch, I'ma have to see her portfolio
(No way, Hozay)
(Turn me up, Juu)
Still keep it out in public, I be still thuggin', uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Hey, Juu, uh-uh
Uh-uh
[Verse]
Still keep it out in public, I be still thuggin'
I can't let them niggas put me under, so I'm steady clutchin'
I been out and huntin' for that bag, niggas still bluffin'
Niggas only hatin' 'cause I'm buzzin', never killed nothin'
I was out here chasin' for a bitch until she turned her back
Bae, if you don't know me by now, then you gon' lose your spot
I know I can fuck any bitch I want 'cause I got them racks
Shooter steady trippin' and killin', I call him Mad Max
Every time I got out to Cali, I go get me a pack
Let the plug throw a bad batch and I'ma throw it back
I don't give a fuck about this shit, but I'ma need them racks
Try to play with that and I'ma fuck around and get you shot, yeah, yeah
Lot of dead bodies in my pocket make my pants sag
Let me peep the lick, I set my glizzy on his man ass
Why would I respond to the opps with they fan ass?
Wasn't with me from the start, then get the fuck off of my bandwagon
Some niggas sayin' I wasn't shit when I gave 'em my last
I can't keep on blowin' through this money, I'm a fuckin' dad
Shot at me and missed, you know that shit just got me fuckin' mad
Ain't no stoppin' hits until we put 'em in the fuckin' past
We spinnin' and hoppin', hop out the car, but we took off the tag
Better be duckin', they shootin' Dracs or that's gon' be his ass
This African nigga hit BOA for like fifty-two bands
Don't do it, but how the fuck niggas broke if they could catch a scam?
Uh, manifestin' about that Urus, I want me a Lam
Niggas ain't playin' with me period, my youngins'll spazz
Then make a diss track with visuals, that's you niggas' plan
I celebrate 'bout what I got 'cause I come from the sand
I want a bitch, but I can't even get a chance
Tote a glizzy, I got GG on my chain stamped
Caught a nigga off the lake while he was tryna vamp
He caught everything I threw, call me the people's champ
I'm missin' Popeye every day, I know he know I miss him
You niggas outside 'cause the niggas locked up the ones official
Thinkin' 'bout Pop, holdin' my Drac', now I'm thinkin' 'bout killin'
I'm ridin' presidential with Drizzy while I'm tourin' my city
Got a lot of Dracs, but I ain't get a deal with OVO
That bitch kept on lyin', started lookin' like Pinocchio
Bitch runnin' her lip, so I call her a karaoke ho
Before I keep a bitch, I'ma have to see her portfolio
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