歌詞
Second to none
You **** trippin, my young **** itching
They be in the field and they bussin' the guns
I never beef with a ****, ain’t worried bout' ****
I really ain’t second to none
Yesterday checking my phone and my ex hit me up
'Been a minute, she told me she done
Crazy what rappin' ah' do to a ****
Ain’t true to it ****, you do it for fun
Member my mother
She working them jobs
She breaking the law
It’s all for her son
I gotta grind this shit out, ain’t worried bout' clout
I promise you bitch I’m the one
I started seeing some money
Big racks in my pocket
Ain’t telling you how much ah' come
I can’t be worried bout' ****
Ain’t scary my ****, I really ain’t second to none
**** I never play
Been a minute but now **** money straight
Independent, lil **** I’m doing me
Had to get out the gutter and get the pay
Choppa piss on a ****, need potty train
Choppa hit on a ****, wan' go on dates
Been a minute my **** my money straight
Independent my ****, I get the 'pape
Bitches messy, these bitches messy
**** don’t test me
Baguetties, I need baguetties
All on my neck please
That Becky, white bitch a Becky
Suck like spaghetti
Put white shit all on her face please
Lookin like nestle
Lookin like nestle
(Yea)
Lookin like nestle
White shit lookin like cream
(Ice)
Countin' up Feddy
Bad lil bitch said ice me
I might go make her wifey
G might bring da pipey
Dee **** wanna fight me
I know they don’t like me
But all they bitches like me
Call that **** my son
He make music sound just like me
(Yea)
Diamond Icey
My left and right wrist fighting
(Yea)
Bad bitch typing
That pussy so inviting
Second to none
You **** trippin, my young **** itching
They be in the field and they bussin' the guns
I never beef with a ****, ain’t worried bout' ****
I really ain’t second to none
Yesterday checking my phone and my ex hit me up
'Been a minute, she told me she done
Crazy what rappin' ah' do to a ****
Ain’t true to it ****, you do it for fun
Member my mother, she working them jobs
She breaking the law
It’s all for her son
I gotta grind this shit out, ain’t worried bout' clout
I promise you bitch I’m the one
I started seeing some money
Big racks in my pocket
Ain’t telling you how much ah' come
I can’t be worried bout' ****
Ain’t scary my ****, I really ain’t second to none
Written by: Benjamin Lucas
