Lyrics

If I was an NBA player, I'd be Dillon Brooks, but worse I'm Deebo, we are not equal They all miss like they Shaq at the free throw (skrrt) Scrape my plate, never shat where I eat though Pray to God that I never slave to the evil (swear to God) Dios mio, sippin' Modelo Spit like I'm starvin', I'm finna let my ribs show Your win-loss lookin' Jake Paul, we face off and make you face God Huh, who that runnin' they trap? Bro, you ain't built like that (huh, huh) Y'all ain't drop for WAP, I ain't fulfilled like that (huh, huh) 50 beat switches a minute, they gon' put me in a Guinness (huh, huh) I need the maximum digits, blame it on capitali- You get hit with a facepalm (a facepalm) It's a new year, but I'm still fake calm (still fake calm) .45 always there like State Farm When they can't read you like a book (uh-huh) They gon' try to attack what you stand on I'ma take off even if I land wrong And take everything I can get my hands on (run it up) Huh, who that runnin' they yap? Bro, you ain't built like that Huh, huh, herb-ass niggas just rap, I ain't fulfilled like that Huh, huh, 50 beat switches a minute, they gon' put me in a Guinness Huh, huh, I need the maximum digits, blame it on capitalism I hate when niggas be stressin' 'bout what you be doin' More than they worry 'bout they own shit I hate when these bitches be beggin' your boy for some cash And then turn around and say, "Eat the rich" They get mad when niggas do it for themselves 'cause they parents is still chippin' in Oh, you mad? Your bitch play follow the leader after you unfollowed your bitch, huh The underground filled with my Gohans These niggas be scammin' on GoFund Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I said, "Which one?" My top five, me and four Dylans
Writer(s): Barrington Hendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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