The world is uncivilized, and these are our works
Champ (What's up? What's up?)
James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo)
Cocaine (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, man, don't never f*ck with a n***a that—
That don't get girls (Yeah, yeah)
The n***a always gon' be jealous of you (Yeah)
I swear to God, on my mama, n***a
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit,
I had to take this shit, go get your paper, b***h
Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin',
Ho, I'm cookin' dope and cleanin' baby s**t
Versace robe drapin' like a n***a
Got a cape, but I can never save a b***h
Fuckin' ball player baby mamas hit me
When them niggas play the Lakers, b***h
We don't do no postin' or no name taggin'
California blow, she got a 'caine habit
I don't want the p***y if the gang had it
Was a ho before she got the same habit
Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin'
Dope and cocaina got my name brackin'
I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it
Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah)
Get that white and I beat it up like I'm Mike
Drop a broke man, a n***a can't be like Mike
Share the dick, man, a b***h gotta sacrifice
Diamonds in my s**t look like some flashin' lights
Presidential, I flooded that b***h with ice
Cougar pussy, I f*ck a rich n***a wife
Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
Porsche engine, that b***h in the byke, byke
Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk
Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks
Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up
Hit that proper until that b***h locked up
Dinner plate, my s**t porcelain, rocked up
R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up
Screw a b***h in the drop with the top up (With the top up)
Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me s**t, I had to take this s**t
Go get your paper, b***h
Flew a ho like 20 hours just to have a
Threesome with my new Australian b***h
Versace robe drapin' like a n***a
Got a cape, but I can never save a b***h
Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these niggas soft as baby s**t
Give them 36's to my side piece
40 millimeter on the timepiece
Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk
She give me sloppy toppy on massage seats
Keep them yucky bitches from around me
Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me
Of a b***h I used to f*ck with when I was
Broke but now my 750 got massage seats, uh
Get that white and I beat it up, like I'm Mike
Drop a broke man, a n***a can't be like Mike
Share the dick, man, a b***h gotta sacrifice
Diamonds in my s**t look like some flashin' lights
Presidential, I flooded that b***h with ice
Cougar pussy, I f*ck a rich n***a wife
Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
I'll be right back
Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me s**t, I had to take this s**t
Go get your paper, b***h
Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho
I'm cookin' dope, be cleanin' baby s**t
Versace robe drapin' like a n***a
Got a cape, but I can never save a b***h
The streets is tryna judge a niggas music
Tell the p***y niggas suck a baby dick, b***h
Yeah, yeah yeah
(Nothin' else to say, bitch, gang)
(Yeah, yeah)
You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy?
It's not 'cause of the money, why?
'Cause every miserable street junkie
Every skinny who goes to bed hungry
Because his momma is workin' for a fix
Every n***a baby born with a "habit"
Makes me happy, makes my heart sing
