Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah
Too easy
(Damn, Tye, you made this too?)
Yeah
Ayy
Lil Uzi
Get off my dick, lil’ bitch, and go suck Lil Pip (Lil Pip, yeah)
My weed from the garden, yeah, smokin’ on more than a nick’ (Yeah)
My Brooklyn bitch in the garden while
We watchin’ the Knicks (Yeah, yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit, dog shit by my hip (Walk her, let’s go)
Got mohair all on my sweatsuit, that
Be that Marni (That be that Marni)
Mix green with that purple, I’m trippin’
, That be that Barney (That Barney)
You got on Dior with a Nike Tech, that be that corny (That corny)
Made so many songs, I can make Lil Uzi Greatest Hits (No bap)
Call this bitch a Scat ’cause this
Ain’t even my favorite bitch (Nineties)
Me and Lil Veeze go back to back
Spent four hundred thousand, never drove the Maybach
I talk shit, I don’t never talk back
Put the tape on the TEC, it’s a homemade MAC
I just wanna rock with a nigga in the trap
And you wouldn’t believe how much I made back
Bitch, my soul immortal, I can never keep it cordial (Nah)
I just had a foursome, bitch, that’s triple oral
My chain so deep down in the ocean, I see shrimp and coral (Yeah)
Boy, your watch a forty-one, I do fifty or more
I’m in the cut with a bad bitch, but
I’m tryna buck fifty on more (Woah)
I bleed anywhere that I go, better watch your
Mink ’cause I drip on the floor (I drip)
I don’t even call it Wock’, I’m sippin’
The woah, I pour me some more (Yeah)
Bitch, I just poured me a four, just
Makin’ sure that I do not catch a cold
Bitch, I put my back to the ropes, huh, I’m on my Jeff Hardy
I’m on them Opiums, buffs on my face
I don’t play, boy, ’bout my Carti
I don’t even play with these niggas at
All, I don’t even know what an Atari is
I ordered a jet, couldn’t take no pics ‘
Cause I don’t even know what red carpet is
Get off my dick, lil’ bitch, and go suck Lil Pip (Lil Pip, yeah)
My weed from the garden, yeah, smokin’ on more than a nick’ (Yeah)
My Brooklyn bitch in the garden while we watchin’ the Knicks
Walk your bitch like a pit, dog shit by my hip (Let’s go)
Got mohair all on my sweatsuit, that be that Marni (That Marni)
Mix green with that purple, I’m trippin’
, That be that Barney (That Barney)
You got on Dior with a Nike Tech, that be that corny (That corny)
Made so many songs, I can make Lil Uzi Greatest Hits
If I had a dollar for every time these
Niggas hate, I’d be rich like Jay and Ye
I got rich with Babyface, we came up just makin’ plays (Yeah)
And I feel just like Beyoncé, bitches love to say my name
I came back, I don’t front no nigga
I bring more smoke than Taylor Gang
I’m the G.O.A.T., dunkin’ from the free throw
Fadeaway, whippin’ dope, make it Big Sean, you can’t say it ain’t
I know if I wasn’t that great, they wouldn’t even be doin’ shade
Say that shit come with the game, nigga, I ain’t never been no game
I don’t even wanna conversate, just lie right to my face (Yeah)
I’d probably be under the jail, they
Knew how much crime I did today (Damn)
Cry baby Veeze, usin’ hundreds, wipe it away (Yeah)
I don’t got change for twenty, nigga, twenty ain’t
Nothin’ but change (You hear what I’m sayin’?)
I’m tired of givin’ niggas game
I’m shoppin’, coppin’ Melly, boy, I got this down in MIA (Huh?)
This lil’ bitch could get a house to bang, I met her in LA (Yeah)
I got Bloods and Bompton Crips, I’m
Slidin’, gon’ make sure I’m safe (Yeah)
Thottie breakin’, Glory Gang, slimy, I should be ashamed
He done dropped a hundred tapes
Made no noise like Pootie Tang (What?)
Bitch, my heart so icy, I’m like Shiesty, I’m like Gucci Mane
I’m down to a four a day, dirty water, Louie Ray
These stupid-ass niggas must be freebasin’
Young nigga, I was middle school, Keir age (Yeah)
Fast forward a nigga’s death date, make him meet his maker
Broke beefin’ niggas, make his mama throw a fundraiser
7 Mile popstar, bitch, I’m Justin Timberlake (Wow)
Throwin’ salt, but I ain’t never killed a play (Oh my God)
Daydreamin’ ’bout the Wockhardt in the ‘frigerator (Huh?)
Dog livin’ with a broke heart, heard I hit
His main one (Heard I hit his main one)
Get off my dick, lil’ bitch, lil’ bitch
Get off my dick (Get off my dick)
You ain’t met a nigga rich like this, you ain’t met a
Nigga rich like this (You ain’t met a nigga rich like this)
He buyin’ designer on sale, that be that country shit (What’s to him?)
She call, I’m gon’ cheat on her man, that be that horny shit
Tell me you proud of me, baby, again, I need
To hear it again (I need to hear it again)
I got the gang tatted on my skin, this shit thicker than thin (Yeah)
I don’t trust broke niggas, it is what it is (Yeah)
She been faithful to the kid, but I’ll never commit (Come on)
Get off my dick, lil’ bitch, lil’ bitch, get off my dick (Let’s go)
Get off my, lil’ bitch, get off my dick (Let’s go)
Yeah, I might be OG Sick, I might be OG Sick (I might be OG Sick)
I ain’t gon’ fuck with niggas, I ain’t had a rich-ass shit, gang
Get off my dick, lil’ nigga, lil’ nigga, get off my dick
Hatin’ ass niggas, hating ass niggas
I don’t even know what the fuck goin’ on, man
I’m like Justin Timberlake compared to y’all other niggas, man
You know what I’m sayin’?
Lil’ nigga
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