Yeah, nigga
You see what's goin' on, nigga
It's 2024, only real niggas control the algorithm, nigga
It's Fivi's city, you know who's city, nigga
Stop playin', nigga
You can't cancel a nigga from the trenches, nigga
We still gon' pop out, they still gon' take pictures
We still gon' get this money and count this money, nigga
This my shit, grrt, baow
Fuck wrong with y'all niggas?
And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube
Yeah, huh
Who what? I tell them niggas to do somethin'
.40 on me, it's givin' me goosebumps
Boy, the voice in my head make me do stuff
But I pray that I never do too much
When a baddie with me, she get used up
When I take a Perky, I get juiced up
When I'm finished fuckin', I'm like, "Who her?"
Yeah, huh, real nigga, hood livin'
Free Tory, he in good spirits
When a nigga talk, I make the hood feel it
And you can't come around me, nigga, good riddance
You don't live what you rap, it's just good writtance
You can't do what I do, it's a lil' different
When I go OT, I call long distance, tell her, "Step how I step and keep on trippin'"
Yeah, look, I pay attention to all of these blogs
I'm gettin' money and niggas is hatin' and me and my niggas is fallin' apart
I never mentioned what niggas be doin', but that shit be hurtin' me all in my heart
Niggas is too busy watchin' my pockets, them niggas'd be rich if them niggas was smart
Go on the interview, say what I want, I don't respond to Natalie Nunn
I be just laughin' at the post, I don't give a fuck, I'm havin' fun
Mention my name and it come with a gun
They know my body, I'm one of the ones
Come to the town and see what I've done
I've been in every hood under the sun, grrt, baow
Yeah, huh, I'm watchin' they pages to see what they thought
How can a girl be the king of New York?
How could they not mention what I've been doin' when all they just doin' is copyin' songs?
I got a lot I could say, but them industry people won't like it, I'm keepin' it short (Boom)
Look, I get what I want or I get a divorce
I cannot stop when I get it in sport
I got it on me, I'm gettin' it off, yeah
In person, I'll finish 'em off
We can't relate if you finishin' soft
Niggas is chattin', I'm sick of the talk
Niggas is chattin', I'm sick of the—, yeah, huh
Who what? I tell them niggas to do somethin'
.40 on me, it's givin' me goosebumps
And the voice in my head make me do stuff
But I pray that I never do too much
When a baddie with me, she get used up
When I'm finished fuckin', I'm like, "Who her?"
When I'm finished—, grrt, grrt, baow
Yeah, huh, real nigga, hood livin'
Free Tory, he in good spirits
When a nigga talk, I make the hood feel it
You can't do what I do, it's a lil' different
Step how I step and keep on trippin'
When I go OT, I call long distance
Nigga, pussy, baow
Yeah, nigga
That's how we do, nigga
Don't fuckin' play, On The Radar
Million views, nigga