Lyrics
Yeah, ay, ay, ay
Ay, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Bitch, know I'm toxic but I'm still the better option, yeah
Bills steady clocking way too fast, it make me nauseous, yeah
Too bad I won't be there for your ass, you made me mad today
Niggas I ain't seen in years, don't trust you, dawg, I'm sad to say
Told them hoes don't call my phone, don't care if it's my birthday
Richard Pryor want enough, I gave you more of that free base
Slip on razor blades, the hand sanitizer running laced
You a bad take, me and bro gonna leak your shit today
When you was clicking on that bullshit, we was on the lowkey, 'kay?
Pop knees shaken, I need chicken, baby, don't be late
It's a tapeworm in my pocket, bitch, I need my tape
Niggas fake stern, walking on, what you gon' say?
Bitch, wanna talk finance, you should get to know me
Sticks in the car, we line dance with the blickies, homie
Thinking 'bout my uncle, he a fool, he left niggas lonely
Not to glorify but this the school, we rooted for Tony
Bitch, wanna talk finance, you should get to know me
Sticks in the car, we line dance with the blickies, homie
Thinking 'bout my uncle, he a fool, he left niggas lonely
Not to glorify but this the school, we rooted for Tony
Bitch, know I'm really 'bout, they taken us, that gang shit (yeah)
Still on my Pippen, see I'm set with us, I can't miss (yeah)
Whip talk, that bitch gon' give me top and so we fall asleep and then
All my peoples rip his pockets out, gon' cause some heat
They call on me 'cause he put in the call to up them damn degrees
She screaming disrespectfully, I like it though, I'm into that
We still ain't give your ass a turn, it's my remote, I give it back
I put all my scenes into the music, y'all performing in advance
If I was to resurrect again, I'd come back and beat on your ass
Niggas be pussy, I'm just fucking them hoes
I told you that until October pass I'm still outside
The little guy with the big dreams but still act shy, yeah
Bitch, wanna talk finance, you should get to know me
Sticks in the car, we line dance with the blickies, homie
Thinking 'bout my uncle, he a fool, he left niggas lonely
Not to glorify but this the school, we rooted for Tony
Bitch, wanna talk finance, you should get to know me
Sticks in the car, we line dance with the blickies, homie
Thinking 'bout my uncle, he a fool, he left niggas lonely
Not to glorify but this the school, we rooted for Tony
Frank Walton Jr., Mike Foisey
Songtrust Ave