hyenas

turn up with lil yachty

thugger

thugger

baby

trouble man

aka t.i.p. yeah

bankroll mafia

ysl

lil duke

slat

r.i.p. to troupe

you better run

we gon come for you

my i.v. is red like thermometers

i fuck on that bitch like a porn star

hit me up when i'm on tour

i'm a unlock the card if you want it

we gon fuck on that day that you bought it

these lil niggas not eating

they boney

her best friend got her going and going

i'm in a foreign car

she in another car

i pull up to the job

i walk in her job

and cum in her jaw like shotta

se pasa en mi casa

ain't looking over

i'm leaning over

your bitch want it

she fiening

homie

i got stripes like a zebra

homie

i'm laughing like a hyena

homie

i don't know where you get your facts at

nigga

but you come in half-assed

i'm a max that nigga

catch is ass in my hood

i'm a tax that nigga

if he run

give you ten if you catch that nigga

you know you don't really want my crew to attack

nigga

i'll fire ya ass up

you can ask that nigga

nah

i bet you'd rather that nigga

beefing all on instagram and snapchat with him

just yesterday i was a young crack dealer

when the trap was slow i put it on the fast track

nigga

and if an 8 take a shot

pass that nigga

set the world on fire

where your match at

nigga?

a coup in hustle gang did thirty something million

another seven off of television

put that with it

now can you match that

nigga?

and we ain't even talking bout my rap track

nigga

i'm paid

fresh out the bank

i make that lil money look less than you think

yeah you think you got more

ain't as much as you think

when you see than i am everything that you ain't

like a stand-up guy and a real nigga

sucka ass nigga

don't deal with him

i had a bunch of solid niggas standing with me in the trap

eighteen years later and i'm still with em

i love all my niggas

i ride for my homies

they keep it one hunnid

can't lie to my homies

eating no turkey now

no b-bologna

still gaining weight and we bout to go touring

we really rich niggas

we hop in the foreign

nigga you play and get shot by the morning

blat-blat-blat-blat-blat-blat-blat

spray a whole hundred shots with no warning

bales and them scales

before rap i was rich

still hit them blocks

all up in the dead end

this a cold world

i've lost so many friends

so many fakes

i don't want no more friends

stack all this money and count all the yams

used to move weight and ain't talking bout no gem

rubber band racks by the ten now

used to be broke

went from bucket to benz

spent the weight on my chain

don't you diss

speak on my name

i'm the same nigga

ain't shit changed

never got far with the pussy nigga thing

no we are not the same

stay in your lane

these niggas leasing their rings

it ain't what you think

this niggas acting like they're so hard

make a pussy nigga park my car

all these pussy niggas try to sound like me

shit

they won't get too far

lil boat

ooh

mil

hundo

yellow

purp

that drank though

pull up on the set with a bitch so bad

every nigga want her back though

my name known in the hood

like a mothafucking stop on a back door

i don't even need no bankroll

just get wet for the zeros

aww yeah

yeah

yeah

bankroll my mafia

i put on that glock like gaddafi

yeah

i ride round

i'm juuging at 9 a.m. god!

bankroll my mafia

bankroll my mafia