Ay

Ay, racks on me
Ay, ay, back off me
Ay, ay, poverty was not for me, you best believe
Ay, ay, might go pop
Ay, ay, might go soul
Ay, ay, either way I’m getting to the fucking dough
Accomplishing goals, that’s what I gotta do
They thought this was improbable but we did the impossible
Ay, no I cannot love her 'cause I already fucked
Ay, no I cannot trust him 'cause he already bluffed
Ay, pull out, get my buss on, if he wanna act tough
Keep some bad bitches with me, all I do is sex, uh
Might keep a dollar worth of dimes, ay
Lot of money on my mind, ay
Take this right here as a sign, ay
You pussies running out of time, ay
Me, I’m running out of patience
Sick and tired of being patient
Had to get up out the basement
Tryna own a couple places, ay
You see my crew without a few, ay
I need my whip without a roof, ay
Bitch I paid a lot of dues, ay
You better get a fucking clue, ay
I’m just that young nigga from the 3 that you ain’t heard of
Leave instrumentals murder, the boy’s flow is unheard of
My nigga word up, rolling the purp up, let’s burn up
They ridin' waves like the fucking surfs up, they worthless
That shit don’t bang if it ain’t Furnace
Strange gon' try to turn up
It’s the young M-A to the E-Z
Boy, your turn’s up
Ay, that’s on me
Ay, ay, back off me
Ay, ay, poverty was not for me, you best believe
Ay, ay, might go pop
Ay, ay, might go soul
Ay, ay, either way I’m getting to the fucking dough
First letter of my name’s A
Second letter of my name’s A
But I’m repping the second letter in the alphabet
And that B the capital letter that I claim, ay
So many years we sustained pay
'Cause we thinkin' every day is game day
Haters be looking at my chains sway
But they don’t wanna get it 'cause my gang spray
Stackin' plaques in my office, making jealous niggas nauseous
Because they be taking too many losses
And we floss this 'cause we bosses, bitch
So fucking famous that we cautious
Who we toss this dick, no raw shit
Mix no sauces, they get exhausted
When tryna figure out the word when it costed (hold up)
Who that nigga next to Sam, ay
Who makes millies off of jams, ay
Who the people go Shazam, ay
And who prefer lamb over ham, ay
Faking niggas ain’t sitting with us
We awaken hitters when the tripping fit us
Saw the hate they giving 'cause we the villain niggas
They gonna shake and they shiver, my nigga, tripping is us?
I can go rock or pop, anyway they cut it
I’m so Hip-Hop and the mo' grip guap
When I throw big knots
Big enough to make a motherfuckin' ho lip drop
Anybody tripping, that fa sho' get stopped
And they know this block never go get cops
Everybody scatter when the soldiers march
And the pit of fucking evil, where your soul is dropped
Capital A
Ay, racks on me
Ay, ay, back off me
Ay, ay, poverty was not for me, you best believe
Ay, ay, might go pop
Ay, ay, might go soul
Ay, ay, either way I’m getting to the fucking dough
Accomplishing goals, that’s what I gotta do
They thought this was improbable but we did the impossible