Why are you so quiet, Matt?
I came from the bottom,
hell no,
I won't stop I lost a purse,
a hole in my zip lock
I lost ten racks,
but I made it back ten times Slamming these hoes,
I commit crimes
I gotta go,
I can't waste time Breaking ain't next,
when I rap I
Think I'm a plug,
I got hella drugs I'm selling my doom to throw up
With them niggas in the city,
can't hold us Biggest guns,
same size as you
Don't count on me,
I be so high In DR pajamas,
I'm still looking fly
My bitch on the hems with the devil,
yeah She evil,
that's why she ain't got no friends
I done got rich off rapping My nigga got rich off trapping
You gotta watch your back,
nigga,
stabbing I ain't seen none,
I don't know what happened
Got a crib on the beach,
I don't really like bragging My mama a drama queen,
she be acting
I'm on the East Coast,
living lavish Walk around butt naked at my mansion
Hold on,
two geeks out of my mind,
huh Got two phones,
one for my side,
uh
This bitch keep killing my vibe Yeah,
she wanna hang out,
but I'm taking it slow
Doing magic,
money up there on the floor In the afternoon,
my life's so song-going
So let's yaga,
mix it up with Ralph Lauren If you smoke with us,
we starting a war
Laughin' to the band like,
ha ha ha I got so much * guac
Came from the bottom,
hell no,
I won't stop I lost a purse,
a whole of my ziploc I lost ten racks,
but I made it back ten times Slam these hoes,
I commit crimes I gotta go,
I can't waste time Breaking they necks,
when I rap,
I drop top I wish O'Byrie got her top off She get anxiety
when she lost I get anxiety if I ain't got Paul on me
I got bankrolls on me I told y'all I'd be right back,
I'm up the street Why you keep calling me?
I don't wanna hear about what you used to have Baby,
I don't want what you need I get high as *,
you can't bother me Got paint on my cup,
I'm pouring up,
yeah Paint on my cup,
I'm pouring cold in
T-shirt diamonds,
they blinding me Yeah,
woah,
you love that bitch,
but that little
bitch for the team Perfect,
they just be judging me
Hold on,
I'm too geeked out on my mind,
ayy Got two phones,
one for my side,
ayy
This bitch keep killing my vibe Yeah,
she wanna hang out,
but I'm taking it
slow Doing magic, money up here on the floor
In an Aston Martin,
like so-song-going So let's yaga,
mix it up with Ralph Lauren
If you smoke with us,
we starting a war Laughin' to the band like,
ha ha ha
I got so much * guac Came from the bottom,
hell no,
I won't stop
I lost a purse,
a hoe,
and my Zilla I lost ten racks,
but I made it back ten times
Slam these hoes,
I commit crimes I gotta go,
I can't waste time
Breaking they necks, when I rap, I hit