Song: 4Tex Lil Yachty Cortex Remix
Artist:  704 Prod
Year: 2021
Viewed: 8 - Published at: 5 years ago

I got this shit from Andrew Kelly
All my opps ghost like Makaveli
Nah, there ain’t shit your ass could tell me
You tried to snake but lack the venom
Diamonds on me black as venom
My girl ass bounce back like jelly
Now I see why her ex so jealous
Man let me get this bag of Fenty
I heard that shit in the grape vine, nigga they wait by and talk smack to press me
Your life bout mine, damn that's depressing
My life makes yours, damn that's impressing
I’ll drop this shit on my IG
Niggas don’t like me
So they ignore it to spitе me
They share thеir nigga's own music
Nigga go stupid
No I mean literally, high key
Yea I can tell that he wrote the shit
I give it to you, we both commit
My issue with your friends who promote it
That shit is ass, they know it, bitch
You got it down on the clothing shit
You got it down on the videos
But Goddamn my nigga really though
I heard colder shit off of "Frozen" bitch
I wrote this shit off the cortex, aye
I got yo bitch in my vortex, aye
She told me “babe I want more sex” wait
Who you called “baby”? Abort that, aye
Forgot I had a lil shawty now, man she 'bout to gimme that bullshit, dang
Ain't use to love, this some new shit dang
I been out learning that new shebang
I want more checks, more sex, more less, I just want everything
Bad hoes on tour jets in corsets, for my set with me
Ass naked givin lap dances to my niggas, just a regular thing
While my shorty in short sets, sippin' Hennessy right next to me
All these labels better check for me
Go and jot up that lil check for me
Bitch don’t you see I’m the Product, and I can produce, I’m an accessory
Gon’ try put one your boys next to me
I turn that nigga to some bread and cheese
I been to hungry, I’m yet to feast
Yo chance like enemies, dead to me
Drop top swerving through uptown, pull it the fuck down, shoot out the roof like I’m Yachty
Crop top, pull it the fuck down, titties and butt out, she tryna fuck and just saw me
"Pop pop", knock em the fuck down, shot by my personnel, opp can’t even get through the lobby
Knock knock, y'bitch at my door bell, thought she was yours well, that pussy was wet like Dasani
Opps always be on some fuck shit
My niggas hands always stuck to the stick like a Muppet
I’m in magazines, they jealous of it
Now my nigga gotta back me and dump his
Make a nigga dance when they pump him
Got a nigga spazzin' doin some crump shit
He just got fed with like 30, they did him dirty, bitch I ain’t talkin bout lunch shift
Diamonds too wet like some Fiji, splash
Fuck all this rap, I want TV cash
Niggas want smoke, ain't no need for that
Niggas want beef, they need me for that
Niggas be talkin bout Jesus piece
But’ll cross you for one like on Jesus Back
Niggas put claim on the Rap God, fuck all the smack talk, I bring the Jesus back
Aye J Cole, aye bro! You should come put a nigga on your payroll
Opps hate, they hope… A nigga won't blow up 'cause they say so
I hate fake hoes.. I’ll never claim to associate those
I’m hot, they know, I don't ride waves, I’ll just wait till my name float
We ain’t in the same boat nigga
... 704 Prod nigga

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