For Me (feat. Yo Gotti)

(Nile, I hear you) (Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha) It's the Wockhardt kind with no cut for me It's the Glock .26 on tuck for me It's the how you buy a purse but ain't fuck for me It's the ass shots she got up in the butt for me It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me? How you keep catchin' charges, gettin' bonds for me? It's the I'm on a flex when I get a loan for me It's the scammin' who I fuck for some phones for me It's the Rollie for me, it's the Patek for me Know I'm goin' up, go get a ladder for me Yeah, I'm pourin' up, three in the Fanta for me She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me I don't give a fuck 'bout no VIP wristband Ayy, book me, I fuck around, throw up the backend My brother couldn't make this show, he got the pack in I'm mad that I fucked the hoe, she got some bad friends It's you braggin' on your pussy but when I get in it You runnin' from me Fuck up her hairdo and buy her some weaves It's the yes, she bad, but she get naked for weed Ayy, it's the way you gotta cramp the Lamb for me It's the puttin' guns on the ground for me Yeah, the hoe from Chiraq, say she knew Lil Reese I'm makin' moves, I won't renew the lease Foot on they neck, got my hand on the check I ain't takin' the bet unless they betting the house I got lean in a drought I make money in a pandemic The paramedics, they dyin' for attention, check pulse You might die over that note, you might die over that post You play with us? You just might die over that joke You better check up, that mean you gon' die with that hoe In my city you lack, you gon' die with that smoke It's the Wockhardt kind with no cut for me It's the Glock .26 on tuck for me It's the how you buy a purse but ain't fuck for me It's the ass shots she got up in the butt for me It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me? How you keep catchin' charges, gettin' bonds for me? It's the I'm on a flex when I get a loan for me It's the scammin' who I fuck for some phones for me It's the Rollie for me, it's the Patek for me Know I'm goin' up, go get a ladder for me Yeah, I'm pourin' up, three in the Fanta for me She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me I don't give a fuck 'bout no VIP wristband Ayy, book me, I fuck around, throw up the backend My brother couldn't make this show, he got the pack in I'm mad that I fucked the hoe, she got some bad friends For me, it's the Patek She send me the addy, I pull up that Z06 'matic This ain't from rappin' this shit out the attic I'm movin' the package I keep it so G, ain't no lies with me Damn that bitch bad, it's the eyes for me Why she standin' like this? It's the thighs for me And she get money, it's the grind for me She don't see no hoes, yeah, she blind for me Straight up in apartment, do a crime for me Partner in the fed, doin' a dime for me Jay in the kitchen, cookin' nines for me And I ain't never paid a nigga slide for me Why not? 'Cause it's the heart for me Pull up in the hood with so much work And I ain't never thought 'bout no nigga robbin' me It's the turquoise 'Rari on Forgis to me Two bitches havin' orgies with me Price right plug been spoilin' me They'll get 'em to your door like Amazon Prime Every time you beat one, your homeboy dyin' Every time you post and your captions be lyin' Nigga, live your life, quit tryna live mine 'Cause that ain't what poppin' to me It's the profit for me, pop up and reup again My bitch a 20, two 10's And I don't do friends, I prefer enemies At least I know what these niggas plan to do to me Crib in the suburb, but really it's the trenches for me Master bedroom cold, but really, it's the kitchen for me It's the Wockhardt kind with no cut for me It's the Glock .26 on tuck for me It's the how you buy a purse but ain't fuck for me It's the ass shots she got up in the butt for me It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me? How you keep catchin' charges, gettin' bonds for me? It's the I'm on a flex when I get a loan for me It's the scammin' who I fuck for some phones for me It's the Rollie for me, it's the Patek for me Know I'm goin' up, go get a ladder for me Yeah, I'm pourin' up, three in the Fanta for me She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me I don't give a fuck 'bout no VIP wristband Ayy, book me, I fuck around, throw up the backend My brother couldn't make this show, he got the pack in I'm mad that I fucked the hoe, she got some bad friends