[Chorus: Since99]
Used to fuck with them hoes, now I'm on bigger things
Always stay on the low, they searching me on Bing
Put a 50 in the [?], like Bernard King
Hustle with my Haitians, pouring 4's in an island ting
Feel like Drizzy with my team, I got big rings
Broke his arm tryna flex, now he got a sling
Valintinos on my feet, not no lining
Tryna show me papers, hell na, I ain't Siman
[Verse 1: Since99]
Said he giving tapers, now he pushing back my hairline
My vertical is 50 inches, 99 got airtime
Posted with my European plug, drinking white wine
They was tryna find me on the map, but I'm undefined
I was tryna go in double back, can't waste no time
My brain getting bigger in the stu, I'm a Mеgamind
[?] now I'm back like Frankenstein
Only thing I drеam about at night is a dollar sign
I don't wanna put a ring on her, can't make her mine
She asking when I get my paycheck? I said all the time
I'm all up in her guts like intestines or endo crimes
Sprinkle onion powder in the blunt, he gon' end up crying
Saw a fan tryna take a pic, he gon' end up dying
A lotta friends turn fake, they gon' end up lieing
In the kitchen with the work, we recombine
They thought I was a [?] number 9
Used to fuck with them hoes, now I'm on bigger things
Always stay on the low, they searching me on Bing
Put a 50 in the [?], like Bernard King
Hustle with my Haitians, pouring 4's in an island ting
Feel like Drizzy with my team, I got big rings
Broke his arm tryna flex, now he got a sling
Valintinos on my feet, not no lining
Tryna show me papers, hell na, I ain't Siman
[Verse 1: Since99]
Said he giving tapers, now he pushing back my hairline
My vertical is 50 inches, 99 got airtime
Posted with my European plug, drinking white wine
They was tryna find me on the map, but I'm undefined
I was tryna go in double back, can't waste no time
My brain getting bigger in the stu, I'm a Mеgamind
[?] now I'm back like Frankenstein
Only thing I drеam about at night is a dollar sign
I don't wanna put a ring on her, can't make her mine
She asking when I get my paycheck? I said all the time
I'm all up in her guts like intestines or endo crimes
Sprinkle onion powder in the blunt, he gon' end up crying
Saw a fan tryna take a pic, he gon' end up dying
A lotta friends turn fake, they gon' end up lieing
In the kitchen with the work, we recombine
They thought I was a [?] number 9
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