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Why you livin' your life for likes?
Watchin' my 'Gram to see how I'm livin'
I get the money in different positions
I had the baddie in different positions
Ten toes down, my Forces stickin', you get the shot don't brick it
Brodie with me 'cause I know he gon' click it
And we cannot clique up, double shot, want all my liquor (Huh)
That bitch a baby, she keep on callin' me, "Daddy"
I bust down the Rollie, I bust down the Pate'
I flew on a plane and I touched down in Cali'
They lookin' for clout, I'm lookin' for static (Grrah)
Got this semi', this shit automatic
Bro gotta throw up anytime that he throw (Like, damn)
And we stay on that Court'
Thunder be scorin' like he was a pro (Like, what?)
I'm with AB, these bitches go crazy off 'Migos and Don Julio
Like, it's a party, we roll up the opps (Like, damn)
Front line, I ain't duckin' no smoke (Bitch, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Said I'm tired of the rap beef and tell all-'em go bend (Go bend)
Fuck the opps, it's us, never them (Like, what?)
4z on top, we don't follow the trend (Grrah, on me)
F-four Gz in this all-black car, hop out, hunch back
Now he look like Shemar (Like, what?)
Bullets is makin' him pop, no tart (Like, damn)
And they call me the King, 'cause I ball like DeMar
Bitch, I been hot like it's ninety degrees ('Gress, uh)
Why niggas ootin' from different angles?
They know that I stay in love with the breesh (Bitch)
Bitch, I be drippin' way down to my ankles
And, all of my niggas is veterans (Woo)
Red, white, and blue on my body, American (Grrah)
With my G, I got different adrenaline
Who on my body in love with the Benjamins? (It's Carter, dickhead)
Why niggas mentionin' me? (Like?)
I got attention they seek (Grrah), never lackin', I came with my G
They hate on me 'cause I'm best in the scene
Bullets gon' crack him like I was a fiend
Dummy, I can't be coppin' no plea (Grrah-grrah)
I'm with KR, he shootin' like J.R., 41 the hottest
I came where they be (41 shots to the head)
Bitch, posted with savages, throwin' up threes (On bro)
Yeah, like, I been itchin' to shoot, on bro
I got more than a trick up my sleeve, nigga
Walk in a spot and they leave, double back, I'm flickin' on his team
Bitch, he 'bout to die with his homie
Throw on my hoodie, I'm not to be seen, nigga
Said I don't want the rap beef no more, pass me the G
I don't gotta put money on that nigga head
'Cause lil bro tryna do it for free
I can't wait 'til the savages free (On bro)
48 him, he think I ain't peep him? (Get that nigga, grrah)
Why he talkin' like he ain't get—, when the 4z had seen him? Bitch
Why you livin' your life for likes?
Watchin' my 'Gram to see how I'm livin'
I get the money in different positions
I had the baddie in different positions
Ten toes down, my Forces stickin', you get the shot don't brick it
Brodie with me 'cause I know he gon' click it