My Story (Dlog)

606GUS Hotter than a sauna I got more bucks, got more white than a bitch named Madonna Lil' nigga, come check my status Mike ain't never been average, I make it happen Give me a bag, I'ma pack it When I get mad, my chain get pissed When I get sad, my ears shed tears Been in the game three years It's takin' a while 'cause I'm pure I'm better than them, I'm sick, no cure Bonafide niggas don't have no fear Rick Ross, my pants make me look like a pear Made two bands up in two minutes My music make money slide When I leave, make bitches go suicide When I got in the game, I got crucified I ain't take no handouts, nigga Why you got your hand out, nigga? I'm flyer than any bird of a feather You focused on bitches? Bruh, get it together She tryna crease these lemon pepper steppers (uh-uh) Almost put the ho on a stretcher (uh-huh) Got five missed calls, won't text her (uh-uh) Lil' shawty always been extra (uh-huh) This all-wheel drive, no Tesla (no Tesla) I run this game, come catch up Step on somethin', apply that pressure Niggas mad, but I can't help 'em I'ma just tell my story This DLOG, no man above me I wake up on bubbly Niggas mad 'cause I get money Leave my house, they tried to jump me This no lie, this a true story All I do is chase the glory Me and fye like Rick and Morty These niggas be pocket watchin' Can't say shit, 'cause I'm 20 in the 2020 (vroom) Movin' work in that Challenger (Challenger) While your bitch givin' brain from the passenger (the passenger) Niggas can't keep up with me unless I let 'em He gon' trust that bitch unless I tell him Promise your homie is not your real homie You think that's your homie? Then go 'head and test him (on God) Take her on a trip (trip), put it on her lip (her lip) Watch how young niggas get drip I got some baby mamas tryna strip (on gang) I got some young niggas tryna clip (on gang) Thought we was homies, now you below me It's funny that pussy can make niggas phony It's funny that money can make niggas ho me Hold on (what you say to 'em, though?) But like I said, Double Lamb OG All my niggas got beats, they eat Yeah, Mike Dimes don't do no feats Before one time, I slide G3 Yeah, my whip don't got no keys Yeah, my bitch don't got no weave All my niggas throw up L But this no loss, this shit low-key I get back, I get it back I get a bag, I get a backend I won't trip, 'cause I'm never lackin' I get a brick and make it a fraction I get it lit, I make it lit I get it lit, I get it litty Ain't no mark gon' have me slippin' But this Glock gon' turn you to Ricky, that's on God These niggas be fraud, these niggas don't rob These niggas be talkin' 'bout all that cap (on gang) These niggas be timid, these niggas ain't with it I send him the addy, he gone off the map I come through quick, come through quick The minute you drops, make fiends relapse This Glock my fan, this bitch gon' clap I feel like NAV, I'ma tap, tap, tap I'ma just tell my story This DLOG, no man above me I wake up on bubbly Niggas mad 'cause I get money (gang) Leave my house, they tried to jump me This no lie, this a true story All I do is chase the glory Me and fye like Rick and Morty, gang