[Intro: BashfortheWorld]
Damn
Migo
Ayy
[Chorus: BashfortheWorld]
Damn, ayy
Migo so triple D, like Master P, we 'bout it, 'bout it
Niggas ain't really been on shit if you ain't never seen a hundred thousand
Wake up and say a prayer, then sip out my cup 'til I get drowsy
Can't fuck with none of these niggas, them niggas ain't shit, them niggas lousy (Ayy)
I'm pullin' up like a trap nigga, I ain't never been no rap nigga
I lost 10K out in Vegas tryna fuck around with them craps, nigga
Migo, my Rolex two-tone, I'm pushin' up with the roof gone
We knock on the door before we kick it down and yell out, "Who home?"
[Verse 1: BashfortheWorld]
Ayy, Migo, I'm losin' weight, that mean I been gettin' pape'
Pop the seal and pour the drank, I been sippin' a month straight
Apply the pressure 'til it break, I got hoes that got some cake
I got hoes that got a job and sell they pussy and titties fake
I can't lie, I love the hate, we drive by and let it spray
You better watch out how you talkin' to me, anything you tryna say
[Verse 2: RoadRun CMoe]
Anything you tryna say, make sure that it's 'bout that pape'
Elevatin' all my peers, road runnin' state to state
It was ramen in the cell, now it's wagyu on my plate
You ain't took six-figure L's, then you ain't havin' much to say (Shut up)
I ain't never seen these bum-ass niggas hatin' up in Chase
I ain't usin' blinkers, if you see me, get up out my way
I don't respect how you shoppin' at Rick, but you still owin' me, nigga (Ayy)
No matter the tale the principal count, the old him would just started blowin' in here (Grr, baow)
I'm takin' these L's, but I'm still movin' weight, sometimes, I feel like a Samoan (Ugh)
I gave you my faith, but you fumbled the pack, I hate how this shit started showin' (Started)
Distro, got the 'bows, If you know, then you know, every time we pop out, this shit look like dispensary
I'm tied in with Migo, I'm talkin' the real one, movin' loads with some lows, we buildin' up chemistry
I'm countin' up chicken, I'm worried 'bout one thing, I ain't got time to be thinkin' 'bout anything
I'm copin' with pain, I'm takin' these Yercs, the streets got me hurt, but I found me a remedy
Damn
Migo
Ayy
[Chorus: BashfortheWorld]
Damn, ayy
Migo so triple D, like Master P, we 'bout it, 'bout it
Niggas ain't really been on shit if you ain't never seen a hundred thousand
Wake up and say a prayer, then sip out my cup 'til I get drowsy
Can't fuck with none of these niggas, them niggas ain't shit, them niggas lousy (Ayy)
I'm pullin' up like a trap nigga, I ain't never been no rap nigga
I lost 10K out in Vegas tryna fuck around with them craps, nigga
Migo, my Rolex two-tone, I'm pushin' up with the roof gone
We knock on the door before we kick it down and yell out, "Who home?"
[Verse 1: BashfortheWorld]
Ayy, Migo, I'm losin' weight, that mean I been gettin' pape'
Pop the seal and pour the drank, I been sippin' a month straight
Apply the pressure 'til it break, I got hoes that got some cake
I got hoes that got a job and sell they pussy and titties fake
I can't lie, I love the hate, we drive by and let it spray
You better watch out how you talkin' to me, anything you tryna say
[Verse 2: RoadRun CMoe]
Anything you tryna say, make sure that it's 'bout that pape'
Elevatin' all my peers, road runnin' state to state
It was ramen in the cell, now it's wagyu on my plate
You ain't took six-figure L's, then you ain't havin' much to say (Shut up)
I ain't never seen these bum-ass niggas hatin' up in Chase
I ain't usin' blinkers, if you see me, get up out my way
I don't respect how you shoppin' at Rick, but you still owin' me, nigga (Ayy)
No matter the tale the principal count, the old him would just started blowin' in here (Grr, baow)
I'm takin' these L's, but I'm still movin' weight, sometimes, I feel like a Samoan (Ugh)
I gave you my faith, but you fumbled the pack, I hate how this shit started showin' (Started)
Distro, got the 'bows, If you know, then you know, every time we pop out, this shit look like dispensary
I'm tied in with Migo, I'm talkin' the real one, movin' loads with some lows, we buildin' up chemistry
I'm countin' up chicken, I'm worried 'bout one thing, I ain't got time to be thinkin' 'bout anything
I'm copin' with pain, I'm takin' these Yercs, the streets got me hurt, but I found me a remedy
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