歌词
Uh
Black tint brodie I'm dippin'
Bankroll growing I'm limping
Po' sum yellow like Simpson
Don't chase mula go flip it
Odds was against me I still made it work
Young trap boy make a mil out the dirt
Shorty on my body tryna feel on my shirt
Brodie try me treat em like a meal he get served
Lil homie see these diamonds in the club straight bussin'
They gon' act tough but they really on nothing
Stupid ass boy tryna catch a concussion
Buddy can't fight why he love do stunting?
Damn, damn, they did a whole lotta rappin'
They did a whole lotta cappin', yeah, yeah
R.I.P. B but ya homie keep frontin' on me and I'm gon' get to stabbin'
Pussy, fuck yo feelings
Ever since my stack up I'm the goddamn villain
I done got my swag up now they tryna be my siblings
(I done got my swag up now they tryna be my siblings)
Tryna change for the better
Prada me and my sweater
18 carat on the bezel
And the numbers on it say umbrella, ella
Eh, drown in this wave
Fuck that lil slice bitch I want the whole cake, eh
I told my momma that I'm done with hustlin' but
(I think I'm stuck in my ways)
Hold on
(I think I'm stuck in my ways)
(I think I'm stuck in my ways, hold on)