Intro

Y’all the ones that I do this shit for
Y’all the ones that I do this shit for
Made a name, I had to kick in that door
By myself, I had to kick in that door
Fuck they don’t love me no more?
The fuck they don’t love me no more?
Made a name, I had to kick in that door
Whole city know I kicked in that door
Whole city know I kicked in that door
Member nights I used to sleep on the floor
In the kitchen, work the pot ‘til I’m sore
In the trap don’t speak ‘bout nothing you saw
I ain’t rich but I know I ain’t poor
Niggas hating, that’s a broke nigga sport
Went to sleep, I had a dream ‘bout a Porsche
Woke up, had to ride the bike to the store
If I go broke it’s back to selling that torch
Turned the fuck up, I stay lit like a torch
Late night, shooting dice on the porch
Flip the money, I ain’t coming up short
Summertime I got it tucked in my shorts
Keep a hammer like the judge in the court
Fuck these niggas, my heart cold as up north
Young nigga, got a lot on my fork
Smoke so much, sometimes it fuck up my thoughts
Smoking heavy, smoking strong like a horse
Might just eat the pussy up when I’m hoarse
Master Yoda, I’m the man with the force
Ooh, I done found a bitch with that torch
Ooh, all these bad bitches adore me
Hell yeah I fucked that bitch with some morphine
Good dope burn your eyes like some chlorine
I don’t care about no Instagram followers
Most these niggas hating and they some followers
Most these bitches bougie and they some swallowers
Worried ‘bout me, get your dollars up
Real niggas still pop our collars up
Getting money so now they want target us
Don’t test me, you know you ain’t smart as us
Call up Swift with the fifth, he demolish ya
Pockets filled up with wap, that’s that fetty
Throw that money in her face like confetti
Kevin Hart, I don’t think that bitch was ready
Straight out the trenches, my young niggas ready
Run up on me, turn your shit to spaghetti
Smoking Keisha like the bitch off of Belly
Take my shirt off, I might flex like I’m Nelly
Whip out and piss on that bitch like R. Kelly
Pop me a pill, I’m gon' roll like I’m Kelly
Sipping on lean, it go straight to my belly
Cold on the block, better go get you a helly
I want that bread like peanut butter jelly
Brrt brrt, that’s a call on my celly
Hating on me but you ain’t even met me
Flex on bitches, probably why they gon' sweat me
Like a chain, she gon' neck me
Pockets full of green, I’m healthy
Your pockets broke, they screaming help me
But how the fuck I’m ‘posed to help you?
You should put some work like you Babe Ruth
I just play with words like I’m Dr. Seuss
Call your bitch, she blow me like a flute
Millie came through, Twinny came through
We ran a train and went choo
Ahhh I’m sick, lil bitch got the flu
Ahhh get out my whip you’s a fool
Ahhh I got the deuce in my boot
You need a bird, give a hoot
Everything on me is new
Hundreds, they on me, they blue
I could give a fuck about you
But that’s just some shit I don’t do
Y’all the ones that I do this shit for
Y’all the ones that I do this shit for
Made a name, I had to kick in that door
By myself, I had to kick in that door
Fuck they don’t love me no more?
The fuck they don’t love me no more?
Made a name, I had to kick in that door
Whole city know I kicked in that door