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I just told P, "This really niggas' worst nightmare, man They don't wanna see Lil Baby with the Barbie" (Papi Yerr, Yerr) Tell 'em my niña, my bitch, she a rider I got a shooter, and I got a driver They want that heat, I'm the only provider Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio Niggas know the vibe, that's word to Five, yo Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo Pull up on an opp, do we have a problem? (Hmm) Hold up, shorty, hold up, bitch Please, don't touch me, look at my fit Look at my ankle, look at my wrist This one a pack, this one a brick That one an opp, that one a lick This one for Pop, this one for Juice I am the one, bitch, you a deuce, brr Niggas give it up in my city Really shed blood in my city, real love in my city Niggas'll son your whole set like it's a round six Clips, whole team get flyer than round trips, bitch She's still spying on my flicks (flicks), he admiring my drip (drip) Check what I do, the check'll clear too Pull up like a drive-thru, so check your rearview I'on care how long it take to get a opp back All my niggas outside, steak, bitch, we out back (out back) I'on care how long it take to get a (opp back) All my niggas (outside), steak, bitch, we (out back) Brr! Tell 'em my niña, my bitch, she a rider I got a shooter and I got a driver They want that heat, I'm the only provider Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio Niggas know the vibe, that's word to Five, yo Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo Pull up on an opp, do we have a problem? (Ayy-yo, Baby, let's go) 2022, I'm coming through on that new shit (oop) How we opps? You see me, and you don't do shit (brr) I done really trapped in the Carter, I got the blueprint Gallery Department, we shopping, I like the loose fit What's the point of having this muscle if you don't use it? I play the game to win, I'm not losing Opps know my address, I'm not moving Brodie know to take it to trial, they gotta prove it She gets what she wants when we screwing I'm on point, I know what I'm doing Way too smart to act like I'm stupid I get my advice from Mike Rubin I'm not by myself, my whole crew lit Next year Chanel, I put her in that new print It is what it is, I can't make no excuses I hit the whole group, do that make me a groupie? Balenciaga coat, this is not Gucci We went city to city in bulletproofs You can't run with my gang, they'll bully you Been had switches, I know what them fullies do I'm a vibe, let me know what you wanna do Ain't no fun by yourself, bring a friend or two We be ménaging, that boost up his ego She a lil' demon off that Casamigos Yeah, Baby Tell 'em my niña, my bitch, she a rider I got a shooter, and I got a driver They want that heat, I'm the only provider Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio Niggas know the vibe, that's word to Five, yo Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo Pull up on an opp, do we have a problem? There's no autotune on me, is there? (Nope) Don't mean the rapper when I say bitches ride the wave Flooded my watch, but ain't giving a clown the time of day Ain't talking Christmas, wouldn't holla in my holidays I fuck with niggas that be shooting at they opps for days Trust me (trust me), they gon' let me know (know) They gon' rep' me when they catch you lacking, that .45 special flow (flow) They gon' wet you, yo (yo) Yes, I'm always good for the bag Niggas gon' hop out on that ass, ski mask Heavy on the ski mask too And the ski mask ain't for the pandemi' It go with the semi, paid a pretty damn penny Ski mask way!
Writer(s): Onika Tanya Maraj, Dominique Jones, Anthony Jr. Woart, Joshua Daiquan Goods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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