Lyrics

How you tryna beef if we ain’t even in the same bracket,
Up ****, still the type to stuff a hundred in the mattress,
They think I’m slow cause I love to count my money backwards,
In that wide body imma push it, this like a Duke of Hazards,
**** mad at me cause I been flexing, bout to make ‘em madder,
Ain’t done yet, I keep on eating, this a racky platter,
Ex b*tch piss, swear to god she got a weak bladder,
Every new b*tch, I can’t lie they been looking badder,
Lil b*tch tryna f*ck now cuz my racks up,
Ion even wanna f*ck no more baby back up,
Riding round with like hundred on me this a Brink truck,
I been pouring casa all day to the brim up,
All about my blue check i feel like Rob Dillingham,
Ion even eat pork my **** I’m going ham,
Za I’m smoking they goin tax for it, like they Uncle Sam,
Only way he stand on what he said, he need milligrams,
F*ck around and get too lit might drop a deuce, Cade Cunningham,
‘Member I was on my last, you act like you ain’t give a d*mn,
If this legal sh*t don’t work, I’m getting back on telegram,
If you wanna sign me, I can’t cap, I need more than two Ms,
How you tryna beef if we ain’t even in the same bracket,
Up ****, still the type to stuff a hundred in the mattress,
They think I’m slow cause I love to count my money backwards,
In that wide body imma push it, this like a Duke of Hazards,
**** mad at me cause I been flexing, bout to make ‘em madder,
Ain’t done yet, I keep on eating, this a racky platter,
Ex b*tch piss, swear to god she got a weak bladder,
Every new b*tch, I can’t lie they been looking badder,
Ain’t even know I was this up until I counted up,
When it coming to that paper bae you know I’m pulling up,
**** talkin all that beef sh****t and won’t even knuckle up,
I been sh****ttin on these **** lately I got bubble guts,
You can’t compare yourself to me, we are not the same,
I’m the type to make sure fam straight ‘fore I cop a chain,
I’m with the woman that was with me way before the fame,
I’m rocking something that my uncle can’t pronounce the name,
I’m in love with chicken baby I can’t be no vegan,
I’m speaking life inside my people when I get to preachin,
Ain’t gotta flex too much cuz **** know I really be it,
I see for your potential baby I just hope you see it,
How you tryna beef if we ain’t even in the same bracket,
Up ****, still the type to stuff a hundred in the mattress,
They think I’m slow cause I love to count my money backwards,
In that wide body imma push it, this like a Duke of Hazards,
**** mad at me cause I been flexing, bout to make ‘em madder,
Ain’t done yet, I keep on eating, this a racky platter,
Ex b*tch piss, swear to god she got a weak bladder,
Every new b*tch, I can’t lie they been looking badder,
Written by: Okealy Douglas
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