2020

It's 2020, stay in your bag It's 2020, stay in your bag Get in your bag, what you waitin' for? No one gon' stop you Nobody The less that I talk about I'm wanted, this - made me nut from one stroke (cap) It's hard to be rich and then play broke Baby give me bikini, a bottle With fries and a Sprite and a side of some deep throat Oh my oh my, she fleek, one of a kind, her make up beat If you gotta choose between me and someone else Pick them, I'll leave (bye) 'Cause it's 2020 (it's 2020) I ain't with the bull (no) I ain't with the fucking money I got shooters with me, move with caution You had a chance with me, too bad you lost it And I don't need no friendship, no I won't force it And I'm with them ooda, ooru's Gotta boo, gotta bow And I don't wanna pull out At the same time I don't want a child 'Cause you know how these - be, they ain't playin' fair And they playin' real foul And I don't got no tolerance, sugarcoat it Bitch you better pipe down (you better pipe down) Before I run in your - I cop a fit and go take me a flick And in my zone you ain't stoppin' it There's never no action just straight politics And I was just hoping to fool the stick They peaked on somethin' when they tag me - (they ain't dead) Watch how I pull up with a pole tuck, you son of a - And I'm really on top now, you, you know And I really be sliding, I ain't giving the media no show This bad little - threw the line in This dumb - he done fell for a little - (he fell for-) They can't believe it, I'm achieving all, all, all my goals And I'm with them ooda, ooru's Gotta boo-, gotta bow And I don't wanna pull out At the same time I don't want a child 'Cause you know how these - be, they ain't playin' fair And they playin' real foul And I don't got no tolerance, sugarcoat it B- you better pipe down (sugarcoat) And I'm catchin' mad attention I'm so hot that my name always trending I could get in my bag, I be chilling Barely speak what I'm thinkin', they be stealing Pretty -, call her bad to the bone Holla, looks doin' right, while she wrong She need her a real - who gon' run down Don't need bro to put 'em on And that's a fact I got them hitter-hitters on your back I'm with the gang, rolling in the pack And I put my feelings all up into sacks And I put my feelings all up into traps And I'm with the squad, say what you want My brothers gon' ride, they're right or wrong My fashion aggressive while I'm calm While I'm calm Y'all know when I'm comin' Smoove'L the big four