To You

[Intro]
Okay, okay
Okay, okay, yeah
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, hey
Don't know why they like to come at my neck
Don't know why they like to cause all my stress
Fuck what you doin', fuck what you said
Yeah

[Chorus]
Don't know why they like to come at my neck
They love to talk, I love to get money, fuck what you said
Can't let 'em bother me, can't let 'em hustle me, I need the bread
I know they doubted me, I know they proud of me, I been gettin' fed
Don't give a fuck you don't like what I post on my story, that shit for the birds
Don't like what they say, man, they soundin' too corny, lookin' like nerds
She knowin' what's up if she ever get horny, she know my worth
Oh, that's your main, but that's really my shorty, I just make that shit purr

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout her
Came from the bottom, it's really disturbin'
I'll make it out of this shit, I'm determined
I'm ridin' in the Chevy, you know, the Suburban
Had to cut off that bitch, man, that shit wasn't workin'
I'm from the Dirty, you know that that's Jersey
Mixin' the perky all in with the syrup
I see him shakin', that boy lookin' nervous
Tryna be me, that boy don't know his purpose
I just had to take time with this shit
That money know where it can find me at
I cannot fall in love with no bitch
She givin' me head, she a brainiac
Said no, we ain't havin' no kids
I told her I got some greater plans
They tryna link up with me, I'm like no thanks
Give a fuck what them hoes think, yeah

[Chorus]
Don't know why they like to come at my neck
They love to talk, I love to get money, fuck what you said
Can't let 'em bother me, can't let 'em hustle me, I need the bread
I know they doubted me, I know they proud of me, I been gettin' fed
Don't give a fuck you don't like what I post on my story, that shit for the birds
Don't like what they say, man, they soundin' too corny, lookin' like nerds
She knowin' what's up if she ever get horny, she know my worth
Oh, that's your main, but that's really my shorty, I just make that shit purr

[Verse 2]
They bringin' shit up from way back in the day
I know I made some mistakes
I know that God be controllin' my fate
Promise I always knew I would be great
They know that the shit that I'm doin' is rare
I know that they hate so I'm movin' prepared
They study the flow but I really don't care
I know that I'm just so different, yeah
Yeah, I cannot listen to them, yeah
Can't talk to the feds, yeah, yeah
Tuck your bitch into bed, yeah, yeah
I can't be dissin' the dead, yeah, yeah
She like how I dress, yeah, yeah
They fucked up in the head, yeah, yeah
I don't got no more stress, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Don't know why they like to come at my neck
They love to talk, I love to get money, fuck what you said
Can't let 'em bother me, can't let 'em hustle me, I need the bread
I know they doubted me, I know they proud of me, I been gettin' fed
Don't give a fuck you don't like what I post on my story, that shit for the birds
Don't like what they say, man, they soundin' too corny, lookin' like nerds
She knowin' what's up if she ever get horny, she know my worth
Oh, that's your main, but that's really my shorty, I just make that shit purr