[Intro: Calboy]
I found my purpose
Niggas know I'm in first place
Niggas broke, can’t get no bread, that boy a bird brain
Niggas dissin' me, might catch him in the worst way
Kash, turn me up a little bit
[Verse 1: Calboy]
Niggas know I'm in first place
Niggas broke, can’t get no bread, that boy a bird brain
Niggas dissin' me, might catch him in the worst way
And my shawty gon' blow his candles out like birthday
And my shooter's gun squad might pull up to your workplace
Oh, yeah, ayy, I'm tryna count these bands
I ain't talkin' 'bout bird gate, but I’m tryna hop in this bed
On the block we lurkin’, shoot a fuck nigga in the head
Broke niggas make me nervous, I just wanna count these deads
[Chorus: Calboy]
Fucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain't even count my meds
Bitch, I ain’t lackin', I grip this 30, nigga wan' tweak it', I’m sprayin'
And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these grams
Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, "I'll be damned"
[Verse 2: Calboy]
I just been smokin' Gelato, I got a drill full of hollows
I got a bitch, she a model, she wanna suck it and swallow
Woke up one morning and [?] my niggas had popped me a bottle
Now the whole gang pullin' up in them Bentleys, we used to be deep in the Tahoes
I'm the man with the plan, with the bands in my hand and I still don't give no fuck
If you stuck in that jam, you'd tell on your mans, don't talk to me 'bout no trust
Rounds, rounds, we let 'em bust, wanna get wild? Then, nigga, it's up
Smoke out the pound, nigga, I'm stuck, them killers around so you can get touched
I found my purpose
Niggas know I'm in first place
Niggas broke, can’t get no bread, that boy a bird brain
Niggas dissin' me, might catch him in the worst way
Kash, turn me up a little bit
[Verse 1: Calboy]
Niggas know I'm in first place
Niggas broke, can’t get no bread, that boy a bird brain
Niggas dissin' me, might catch him in the worst way
And my shawty gon' blow his candles out like birthday
And my shooter's gun squad might pull up to your workplace
Oh, yeah, ayy, I'm tryna count these bands
I ain't talkin' 'bout bird gate, but I’m tryna hop in this bed
On the block we lurkin’, shoot a fuck nigga in the head
Broke niggas make me nervous, I just wanna count these deads
[Chorus: Calboy]
Fucked a bitch off this Perky, I ain't even count my meds
Bitch, I ain’t lackin', I grip this 30, nigga wan' tweak it', I’m sprayin'
And I slide up in the trap and I found my purpose, I was tryna move these grams
Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect, Unc like, "I'll be damned"
[Verse 2: Calboy]
I just been smokin' Gelato, I got a drill full of hollows
I got a bitch, she a model, she wanna suck it and swallow
Woke up one morning and [?] my niggas had popped me a bottle
Now the whole gang pullin' up in them Bentleys, we used to be deep in the Tahoes
I'm the man with the plan, with the bands in my hand and I still don't give no fuck
If you stuck in that jam, you'd tell on your mans, don't talk to me 'bout no trust
Rounds, rounds, we let 'em bust, wanna get wild? Then, nigga, it's up
Smoke out the pound, nigga, I'm stuck, them killers around so you can get touched
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