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[Intro]
Are you there? Are you there?
ddertbAg
Okay (Okay), okay (Okay), okay, alright
Okay (Okay), okay (Okay), okay, let's go
Okay (Okay), okay (Okay), okay, let's go (Yeah)
[Chorus]
You wanna be me so damn bad, but you still don't know that I'm fly as hell
Off these X like every day, and I'm posted up in that YSL
I'm going up and you still falling off, and you say you wan' quit, boy, you might as well
Flex on my opps and I can't say a word, 'cause you know, lil' bro, that I still can't tell
You say you wanna go to war so bad, so let me just bring the artillery
Why do you talk? Bro, it's killing me
Back at the function, I know that they're feeling me
I can't get bored of this shit and I'm stackin' up bands and bands, and you know it's thrilling me
I still remember the days I was feelin' like no one
Like, bro, is you shittin' me?
[Verse]
Don't make me call up my bro
'Cause if he gon' hop in the function, this shit gon' get crazy
No, I don't know her at all
So why is she callin' my phone and just callin' me baby?
He said he want a free feat'
I'm tellin' him, "No," and I ain't sayin' maybe
He said that he wanted smoke
But when it gon' come down right to it, then he gettin' shaky
Every day that you drop is just another Father's Day to me
I got Mihara my shoes, all of your clothes and shit just make-believe
All of yo' drip in your head
Watchin' my pockets, I swear you the feds
Say you up next, but I talked to your bros
And I promise to God that that ain't what they said
Hop in a jet, bitch, I'm on go
Yeah, I got stacks
But I want more
No, I do not
Wear no Ramones
I played a show
They was like, "Woah"
No, she don't hit you no more
I'm in DC, I stay with a coat
This ain't shit, I'ma dig through the snow
Why you always just stealin' my flows? Like, get your own
Stop watchin' me just like a drone
No, bitch, I don't like ya tone
You stealin' my swag like a loan
I'm just bein' me, you know
Got more points than a free throw
I'm a VIP, bro
Got all the drip just for free, no, oh
[Chorus]
You wanna be me so damn bad, but you still don't know that I'm fly as hell
Off these X like every day, and I'm posted up in that YSL
I'm going up and you still falling off, and you say you wan' quit, boy, you might as well
Flex on my opps and I can't say a word, 'cause you know, lil' bro, that I still can't tell
You say you wanna go to war so bad, so let me just bring the artillery
Why do you talk? Bro, it's killing me
Back at the function, I know that they're feeling me
I can't get bored of this shit and I'm stackin' up bands and bands, and you know it's thrilling me
I still remember the days I was feelin' like no one
Like, bro, is you shittin' me?