Tekst piosenki
All these other rappers
Packaging the same album
I be on that new shit
Swag 3,000
Wishing well
Wish me well
That’s a fountain
I pull up on the same track
Different outcome
Throwaway the notepad
Let the fucking beat roll
Burn on a track
Hell yeah
That’s my heat flow
Never had a reason to be fake
That’s some real shit
Plotting on the rap game
Murder, then I kill shit
Chucks on my toes
My checks clear
My checks clear
Thrust to the bros
Top kek gear
I’m in hear
In the 6 with my woes
I run through that bullshit
Hating on a beat
I will never be a culprit
Fuck that bullshit
Drop my top bitch
Pull around here
Then take off your top bitch
Never was the one
To start rapping without topic
Then I got some money
In my hand
I won’t stop shit
(Reversed) 6..6..6..
On my evil shit
Yeah, I’m on my evil shit
All my shit
Knock to ya
I give props to ya
If you do your shit right
So I won’t knock Luda
If he talking about barbies
In a barbie world
If Luda talking about it
Then, fuck, I’m a barbie girl
Throw on my dress
Because I want that success
And I don’t give a fuck
You just hate cause you make less
Check me
Check gold
Driving in a Benzo
You all on Sega
I’m popping, that Nintendo
Laughing on a beat
Because yall be ludicrous
In a barbie world
No, yall be humorous
I’m not a gangster
If you are, what it do?
I ain’t with no clique
So kicking back being cool
Please don’t shoot me
In the face
Check the message
I’m trying to teach lessons
Uh
Gotta roll with my friends
And they better not bang
Cause Im trying to get fame
So I can make a change
Busting through the ghetto
Throwing money out the window
I wanna do that
But I can’t get slept, though
Put me up
Put me up
On a fucking mantel
Light me up
Light me up
I’m a fucking candle
No more stressing, like
„Aye, what your man do?”
Winning the rap game
And there’s nothing that you can do
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