Aunty Stella
(Taylor Micheal, yeah, you goin' crazy)
(Trauma Tone)
I woke up, I roll up
I roll up, ice my cup
Said I woke up, got poured up
Ice my neck, drop the top, windchill
My money grown up, big, sure 'nough
Lame actin' tough, pussy nigga, what it is?
Now I ain't got time for no nigga in his feelings
Gettin' money is a wonderful feeling
Keep playin', he gon' end up injured
Catch him on the street with his puppets like he Big Bird
On my mama, on my hood
If you see the apes, we got Dracs with the wood
Boy, don't play with 55, they'll slide, they'll shoot, huh
If you see Big Squad or the mob, them my troops, huh
Free my nigga Troop, we was stompin' niggas out in high school
And I was poppin' bars, helpin' Cuddo move that white, ooh
I was totin' pipes same time I had your granny smokin' pipe
That's the old life, hmm, and this shit different
Told Juan when we was sittin' in that kitchen, I was gon' get it
He tried to tell me I needed bricks to go with it
He was tryna tell me that dope money gon' be with me 'til I'm finished
I told that nigga nope, I'm the G.O.A.T., this shit easy
I woke up, got poured up
Ice my neck, drop the top, windchill
My money grown up, big, sure 'nough
Lame actin' tough, pussy nigga, what it is?
Now I ain't got time for no nigga in his feelings
Gettin' money is a wonderful feeling
Keep playin', he gon' end up injured
Catch him on the street with his puppets like he Big Bird
I might get some fresh work and start a business, huh
I might pop another Perc' and test the limits, huh
Huh, most these rappers act like bitches for attention, hmm
I don't even give a fuck 'bout them niggas
I'm off mud, still turnt up
Every Backwood I bought burnt up
I got bands in my pocket, marching bands in the trunk
And I got Ana with whoever, know it's up and it's stuck
Pop dope, pull a ho just because I want that monkey, though
Chopper in my hand like a guitar, no honky-tonk
I want a red tie at my funeral like Donkey Kong
Big Ape live long, soul, body strong (ugh)
Said I woke up, got poured up
Ice my neck, drop the top, windchill
My money grown up, bitch, sure 'nough
Lame actin' tough, pussy nigga, what it is?
Now I ain't got time for no nigga in his feelings
Gettin' money is a wonderful feeling
Keep playin', he gon' end up injured
Catch him on the street with his puppets like he Big Bird