Fishin’
I just
Buy some
Young body
I just watchin’
[?]
Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi
I just bought a brand-new problem
Chopper, gotta [?]
Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi
Olive green and the first .4 millimeter
Hold a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard
I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter granted for it
Hit ’em for a hunnid
Nigga, that’s another lick, yeah
Stuck bitch think I’m payin’ for some pussy
Gon’ sign another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants
Another band, it won’t fit, yeah
They won’t do the boy fair
I was in the A, I went and got hit, yeah
That just another bodied set
Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain’t never had shit
Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah
I’m where I’m ‘posed to be (I can’t even breathe)
These diamonds are chocking me (Watch, watch, watch)
I’m in the club with that firearm so low-key, these niggas don’t notice me (Nah)
I need my fly out [?] to notice me (Fly out)
And bitches, they never say no to me (Nope)
I knocked the whole buildin’ down, bitch
Walked out that ho, I had no debris
Nothin’ on me (Nothin’, bitch)
Funds on me (Money, ho)
Gun on me (Fah-fah-fah)
Lunch on me (After that bitch)
Come on me (Return, baby)
They can’t understand the lingo
They say it’s too lyrical for me (That right too)
I bought a white shoe up (Right there)
But she was too spiritual for me (Ayy)
Picture the moment
Tryna blemish a nigga image when I don’t even listen to comments (Nah)
I know it ain’t for me
Like ain’t sayin’ I ain’t done somethin’ like they don’t even listen to homie
Bitches be on me
You know I SWAT shit down
I gotta stay stiff on ’em (Swole)
For them niggas in the back, thinkin’ that the nigga broke
I throw up my wrist on ’em (Ayy, I just)
Olive green and the first .4 millimeter
Hold a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard
I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter granted for it
Hit ’em for a hunnid
Nigga, that’s another lick, yeah
Stuck bitch think I’m payin’ for some pussy
Gon’ sign another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants
Another band, it won’t fit, yeah
They won’t do the boy fair (Yeah)
I was in the A, I went and got hit, yeah
That just another bodied set
Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah (Alright)
Ain’t never had shit (2 Chainz)
Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah (Tony)
Double cup with some muddy in the door
Foreign car with your buddy in it
Pay four fifty for the Cullinan
Got a .50 cal with a .30 in it
Rip it down with a gold figure
And a grave digger
I’m a paid nigga
Like my wife a fuckin’ cleanin’ lady, nigga
I’m a made nigga
Know what I’m sayin’, nigga
Yeah, my clientele overwhelmed
Textin’ niggas off the sound
Hand to hand with the grounds
Hood nigga buyin’ land
You can’t see me like [?] (Woo)
Cut from a different cloth
Throwin’ a pool of the money, she cannonball
Even when I sit down, I’ll be standin’ out
Hardest niggas will shoot at your mama house
Shoot while your grammy’s down
Hol, hol’ up, let me control anger
You know that it’s danger
Keep one in that chamber (In the chamber)
Chopper and rapper and singer
They say money talk and I don’t talk to strangers
Boom, course I can fuck ’cause I’m famous
I bought her some breasts and I bought her a anus
I’m workin’ my move, I’m hittin’ them angles
I’m out of this world like fuckin’ Uranus
Olive green and the first .4 millimeter (Tony, Tony)
Hold a nigga bitch, yeah
The peach trees in the backyard
I got wood and a couple sticks, yeah
Promoter granted for it
Hit ’em for a hunnid
Nigga, that’s another lick, yeah
Stuck bitch think I’m payin’ for some pussy
Gon’ sign another trick, yeah
Too much paper in the pockets of these pants
Another band, it won’t fit, yeah
They won’t do the boy fair
I was in the A, I went and got hit, yeah
That just another bodied set
Fifteen racks just for a fit, yeah
Ain’t never had shit
Got it out the mud, turn up on a bitch, yeah
Fishin’
I just
Buy some
Young body
I just watchin’
[?]
Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi
I just bought a brand-new problem
Chopper, gotta [?]
Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi, Ah’Chi