Shea Blvd.

[VERSE 1]
Had the money then I squandered it
Thinkin' back I shoulda ran with it and laundered it
Now I’m just another Honda kid
Rollin through the Nix
In the passenger a pretty chick
But Imma get it back on these raps ‘til I’m countin' a lot
Like, like 21 Savage
Too much baggage
Too much sad shit
I’m not cashin’ out
Dumb bitch I’m lashin’ out

Prove i’m way above average
Use my hands to show you lil hoes I ain’t a pacifist
So why you laughing bitch
You’ll just turn around and give my fuckin’ ass a kiss
But I don’t need that shit
Thriving off bad luck like Lucifer
But not a satanist
Maybe Satan is
Just plotting out my life like I’m made for this

But I ain’t sayin shit

[PRE-Chorus 1]
Yeah yeah YOLO
Tell me shit I don’t know
All these bitches moving too slow

“Wah wah” chill hoe
Calm down I’ll get dough
Might fuck around and gеt it on the low though
(X2)

[Chorus 1]
I ain’t stopping ‘til I’m counting checks
Getting 3 mil on my nеck
Icy fingers, icy teeth
That’s that shit I really need

I ain’t stopping ‘til I’m countin' checks
Get that rolli real big flex
Need to roll up on my ex like
Ha! You fucked up, thank you next!

[VERSE 2]
Uhhh, yo
I’m really not an asshole
I’m just tryna make it known
I fucked up my last goal

Tryna get that cash flow
Going
So her ass stay hoeing
Cuz I know these sluts shallow

Oh fuck, I’m sorry
Guess that first line’s true, fuck it imma party
Actin like you know me
Hardly gonna getchu anywhere
It don’t matter if you basic or you artsy

I ain’t got no type fuck that
Honestly you should be glad
‘Cause If she hot she got a chance
But I might just fuck around and accidentally make her sad
Then she’ll take you back
And she’ll be crying “oh Derek’s wack!”
Like bitch... it’s either you or a platinum plaque

(Pshhhhh)

Dumb bitch
Imagine that...

(FUCK YOU.)

[PRE-Chorus 2]
Yeah yeah YOLO
Tell me shit I don’t know
All these bitches moving too slow

Wah wah chill hoe
Calm down I’ll get dough
Might fuck around and get it on the low though
(X2)

[Chorus 2]
I ain’t stopping ‘til I’m counting checks
Getting 3 mil on my neck
Icy fingers, icy teeth
That’s that shit I really need

I ain’t stopping ‘til I’m countin' checks
Get that rolli real big flex
Need to roll up on my ex like
Ha! You fucked up, thank you next!

I ain’t stopping ‘til I’m counting checks
Getting 3 mil on my neck
Icy fingers, icy teeth
That’s that shit I really need

I ain’t stopping ‘til I’m countin' checks
Get that rolli real big flex
Need to roll up on my ex like
Ha! You fucked up, thank you next!