Tay Keith, *** these niggas up One on one sound So watch the bars That boy feels it 8-7, no trench, baby You know the struggle rate me Being broke ain't turn me down, that *** just got me motivated I real out, got on my *** And put my foot on all my haters Money stackin' up in layers, look like I play for the Lakers We gon' *** from nine to five Like this your job or I'm a traitor I won't waste none of your time of mine, I'd rather chase some paper Trappin' too hard in the hood I'm gettin' complaints from all the neighbors Like that young nigga too hot out here, he got so many flavors I work hard for what I got So I won't let no nigga take it Watch me with my founder poppin' He got me movin' like the nature I know this *** 1K4LC, we got millions on the table 223, find out traces Cross that line, it feels aphasia It's the cooter *** a fork and twerk it, twist it, twirl it like some noodle I'm a big dog, ***, I look like runnin' with some poodles You might think this was a pool hall Just look at all these shooters It's a celebration, bitch, another trapper made it My ho jealous, bruh I think my plug even hate it I'm tired of niggas ***in' up, then cryin' Cause they can't pay me They don't know who did it, but the nigga family still hate me You can't tell us nothin', bitch You see we made it out them trenches In the game, ballin' hard, bitch, we finally off them benches The country, we winnin' With the trophy on the end Girl jealous, say the Glock get more attention than extensions I can show you how to flip a 50 to a million I got the Midas test, they say I'm somethin' like a magician I drop the top, I'm chillin' Now my car ain't got no ceilin' Don't put your hands on Guap Or your legs won't have no feelin' CEO bout business, it been bloodshed bout this pendant And you can't roll the brand unless you gon' stand on the business I can't take you serious, it's all fiction in your lyrics Your raps so ***in' kept, now even your partner wanna hear it Straight from Arkansas, just gave these ***s I can't take you serious, it's all fiction in your lyrics Your raps so ***in' kept, now even your partner wanna hear it Straight from Arkansas, just gave these young niggas a chance And how you call them country when my young niggas got bands We ballin' in Miami, yeah, I'm rockin' with the clan And I can't do no dancin', all this money in my pants Thanks for watching!