I was made for this *, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag inspired, you ain't fresh like this
*, I'm on my haters, I'ma make em' pissed
I was made for this *, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
Your swag inspired, you ain't fresh like this
*, I'm on my haters, I'ma make em' pissed
Came out under to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
Ammunition, I got plenty
I squeeze it till it's empty
My haters, they resent me
Never checkin' what they send me
Don't touch me, I ain't friendly
I'm drivin' foreigns, I ain't rentin'
Your career is a mess
Your career is stuck on pending
The corner, what I'm bending
You thinkin' of my lending
My money, I ain't sendin'
You can't get a penny
You wanna see me fail because I'm ballin'
You were fakin', we ain't got nothin' in common
You didn't pick up when you saw me callin'
So you wouldn't catch me if you saw me fallin'
Be careful who you * on, they might make you never know
Don't try to come around me if you wasn't here before
You say you need some tickets, wanna see me at my show
I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor
I was made for this *, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
You swaggin' spy, you ain't fresh like this
* on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this *, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the freshman list
You swaggin' spy, you ain't fresh like this
* on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
I'm rollin' off a bean and I'm stoned
I just did an interview with Rolling Stone
My teachers used to call my mama on the phone
I failed in all my classes, hated goin' home
Got a lot of problems that I handle on my own
Remember makin' beats and feelin' stuck inside my home
And now when I come home, I'm fuckin' every bitch I know
I just show my chain off to Lil Uzi on the phone
I'm feelin' in my zone, I took the 30s to the dome
I heard they pissed their * up just so they can match my tone
I'm ballin', you can't stand it, how I keep you on your toes
No motion picture money, real ones in my video
When I'm in my city, I feel like I'm Rambo
My bro like a mechanic, always keep the hammer close
Do I believe in heaven, to be honest, I don't know
But I believe in ghosts and I believe in Lambos
I was made for this *, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the Freshman list
You swaggy spy, you ain't fresh like this
* on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
I was made for this *, rookie of the year
I wouldn't show up for the Freshman list
You swaggy spy, you ain't fresh like this
* on all my haters, I'ma make them pissed
Bye.