bankrupt
[Intro]
(GoldinoStar), uh, uh
Uh, uh, ahem!
[Chorus]
Bitch, I be posted with my bros
Watchin' closely for signs of fake love
Make sure you don't pick a fight with the wrong person
‘Cause you don't know what I'm made of
I gotta keep this up, so when I get fame
They don't give me no pay cut
And even if I quit my music
There's no fuckin' way that I'd ever go bankrupt
Bitch, I be posted with my bros
Watchin' closely for signs of fake love
Make sure you don't pick a fight with the wrong person
‘Cause you don't know what I'm made of
I gotta keep this up, so when I get fame
They don't give me no pay cut
And even if I quit my music
There's no fuckin' way that I'd ever go bankrupt
[Verse 1]
I could destroy your whole career
Just by dissin’ you on a bar
If you snitchin’ on me and my bros, I’m just lettin’ you know
You ain’t gon’ make it far
Break his back, make him look like an S
‘Cause he claimin’ that nobody know who we are
Don’t tangle my chords
Or we finna go and play with ya like a guitar
Stop tryna act so dramatic
Mention you in a song, make you ecstatic
I can make a situation traumatic
You claim you at top floor, but I’m in the attic
He need an hour to rush like traffic
Bitch, I ain’t normal, call me erratic
All of this anger inside me been chargin’ up
Now I’m ‘bout to shock the world like static
[Chorus]
Bitch, I be posted with my bros
Watchin' closely for signs of fake love
Make sure you don't pick a fight with the wrong person
‘Cause you don't know what I'm made of
I gotta keep this up, so when I get fame
They don't give me no pay cut
And even if I quit my music
There's no fuckin' way that I'd ever go bankrupt
Bitch, I be posted with my bros
Watchin' closely for signs of fake love
Make sure you don't pick a fight with the wrong person
‘Cause you don't know what I'm made of
I gotta keep this up, so when I get fame
They don't give me no pay cut
And even if I quit my music
There's no fuckin' way that I'd ever go bankrupt
[Verse 2]
They watchin’ my moves like a let’s play
They send hate comments like they writin’ essays
Yeah, I’m surfin’, ‘cause I’m on that fresh wave
We finna turn him to ash like it’s Wednesday
I can out-rap y'all on your best day
Unpredictable, ain’t no correct way
I’ma run up the muhfuckin’ commas
Then I slide into mainstream like a segway
Yeah, I don’t fuck with the drama, matter fact no beef
We finna make him flash like Adobe
Go hard on slow beats, workin’ 24/7
Bitch, I’m on my grind, never gettin’ no sleep
Get up in my business, y'all just nosy
Yeah, I get protective like a goalie
He made the mistake of dissin’ me
I’m gon’ put his ass on a shelf like a trophy
[Chorus]
Bitch, I be posted with my bros
Watchin' closely for signs of fake love
Make sure you don't pick a fight with the wrong person
‘Cause you don't know what I'm made of
I gotta keep this up, so when I get fame
They don't give me no pay cut
And even if I quit my music
There's no fuckin' way that I'd ever go bankrupt
Bitch, I be posted with my bros
Watchin' closely for signs of fake love
Make sure you don't pick a fight with the wrong person
‘Cause you don't know what I'm made of
I gotta keep this up, so when I get fame
They don't give me no pay cut
And even if I quit my music
There's no fuckin' way that I'd ever go bankrupt
[Outro]
I fuckin’ mean it, like, I won’t ever go bankrupt
Like, I’m straight ‘till the grave, you know