[Verse 1: BX]
Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
What you want? (huh?)
Pull with the skunk, yeah I bet you want (nah)
Hit my blunt (what?)
Gonna pull that stunt, yeah I bet you won't (uh)
Thought you was my homie but your actions gonna show me (show me)
You would twist the knife, not end my life, but you'd control me
All up with that mental shit, get bent lil' bitch we'll have 'em foldin'
Pull up with expensive shit, extended shit an then unload it
He don't touch the pussy, tell me "why is that?" (why?)
He don't eat the pussy, he too dry for that
Try to overcharge for that booboo stack
If we run up, pussy, he gon' run right back (run it)
[Verse 2: FNA]
Just tryna make somе cash right off the bat
Get my shit at high levеl
Made the pact with the devil (hey)
Slay this motherfucks i have no rival (rival)
You talk big only cause you have a preety good ghostwriter
At least i'm singing the shit that i wrote
Don't call me the G.O.A.T. cause i am
Just floating like a boat in the game
All the shit that you claim, is like
Throwing water in the rain
Don't mean nothing to your name
You'll still be shit in the future like today
And i don't fuck with you cuz you ain't
The type of person i wanna be around
You fake ass motherfucker we gun you down
Me and BX 'bout to flex
Drip on my neck
We're doin' this shit back to back
With no regrets
If you ain't on our side
You better decide
Bitch you better hide
We 'bout to blow up
And thats no motherfuckin' lie
Just made eye contact
And the bitch is about to cry, hey
Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
What you want? (huh?)
Pull with the skunk, yeah I bet you want (nah)
Hit my blunt (what?)
Gonna pull that stunt, yeah I bet you won't (uh)
Thought you was my homie but your actions gonna show me (show me)
You would twist the knife, not end my life, but you'd control me
All up with that mental shit, get bent lil' bitch we'll have 'em foldin'
Pull up with expensive shit, extended shit an then unload it
He don't touch the pussy, tell me "why is that?" (why?)
He don't eat the pussy, he too dry for that
Try to overcharge for that booboo stack
If we run up, pussy, he gon' run right back (run it)
[Verse 2: FNA]
Just tryna make somе cash right off the bat
Get my shit at high levеl
Made the pact with the devil (hey)
Slay this motherfucks i have no rival (rival)
You talk big only cause you have a preety good ghostwriter
At least i'm singing the shit that i wrote
Don't call me the G.O.A.T. cause i am
Just floating like a boat in the game
All the shit that you claim, is like
Throwing water in the rain
Don't mean nothing to your name
You'll still be shit in the future like today
And i don't fuck with you cuz you ain't
The type of person i wanna be around
You fake ass motherfucker we gun you down
Me and BX 'bout to flex
Drip on my neck
We're doin' this shit back to back
With no regrets
If you ain't on our side
You better decide
Bitch you better hide
We 'bout to blow up
And thats no motherfuckin' lie
Just made eye contact
And the bitch is about to cry, hey
( FNA )
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