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Phone keep ringin' cause da money keep callin'
Even in da off-season gotta keep ballin'
If SEVEN roll da dice then you know I'm going all in
Closet big enough to fit da motherfucking mall in
Used to keep my phone on DND
Now my trap blowing up like TNT
I know niggas watching me like TMZ
I'm a MVP so they envy me
They whip it up
Whip it up
Stack it up
Zip it up
Young nigga get that work
My nigga'll pop you and he'll do it sober
I ain't got to give him no perc's
Bitch I'm a boss, that come with perks
And even my worse, could lead to yo hearse
I'm really a curse
Jjust murdered a verse
Just the sound of my name keeping niggas alert
I'm- getting to da dough like Pillsbury
Ain't tryna die without a mil' to bury
If it's about da money then you know imma hurry
Tryna see 8 figures by da time I turn thirty
If da nigga pull up we gone put him in da dirt
Bitch don't get hurt
And if you don't come then my nigga gone SKRT, and you gone leave in a skirt
Niggas pop shit cause they popping them perks, but we ain't got to rehearse
Can't send shots at me cause I'm sending them first, and it don't go in reverse
I'm hotter than summers
I'm dripping like Gunna
Raised out in Charlotte
Lil' baby a Stunna
Keep a nigga in front of
Shoot quicka than runnas
They took my shit
So I'm calling 'em plungers
If I want it I get it
Ain't waiting for nothing
And if they ain't got it
Get double of something
LV Duffle
Outside truffle
Inside stuffed to the brim with them brussels
Phone keep ringin' cause da money keep callin'
Even in da off-season gotta keep ballin'
If SEVEN roll da dice then you know I'm going all in
Closet big enough to fit da motherfucking mall in
Niggas swear they real but won't get shit touched
All my shooters like Steph, they gone hit in the clutch
Niggas said they wanted smoke but I don't smoke no Dutch
And I ain't duckin' when I see you I don't give no fucks
I'm everything that you pretend to be
That's why I'm really your enemy
Can't fake da funk cause really you into me
Niggas know me
Imma keep da same energy
If you talk out yo neck, slap the taste out yo mouth
Gave da whole world a lil' taste of the South
My niggas gone Wreck-It ain't talking bout Ralph
Put a hole in yo blouse and a hole in yo house
Bitch I be spitting that ether
Don't need a heater
Simple just like a wife beater
Making a scene they won't see ya
Grip on da crown like a Kegel
Bitch I'm too fly like an eagle
Phone keep ringin' cause da money keep callin'
Even in da off-season gotta keep ballin'
If SEVEN roll da dice then you know I'm going all in
Closet big enough to fit da motherfucking mall in
Bitch I got it covered like GEICO
And I'll get a nigga touched like Michael
And these niggas all bark won't bite though
Bitch I'm cold like VICKS no Michael
R-R-Run up on me
They gunning you down
Chopper gone get you ain't much to be found
Put you in a lake but we know you ain't drown
Bitch this ain't IT, I ain't nothin' to clown
Phone keep ringin' cause da money keep callin'
Even in da off-season gotta keep ballin'
If SEVEN roll da dice then you know I'm going all in
Closet big enough to fit da motherfucking mall in