[Chorus] Pull it back and make it clap, fucking up the map Got me fillin' up the Mac, shit, the studio my trap Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks (No way) Feeling zombie from the pour, zombie from the 'yac I forgot my past, shit, I can barely hold a chat Likkle man, you lie and pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track Pussies
[Verse 1] Rest in peace to set man 'cause they're dead to me Ask me for a bring in, but don't check for me (No way, woo) Now man are in my DMs tryna lecture me 'Bout how they can't see me and they're vexed with me Coming from a place where you get one shot Make it out or you blast a one pop Man start movin' shady if it's on top Pray for all my brothers, free my dons locked, yeah Used to have a point to prove, now I'm just a noisy yute Tell your little bitch to give her boy the boot Tryna make some money? Come and join the crew If not, I'm avoiding you Leave me be, just sit back and enjoy the view
[Chorus] Pull it back and make it clap, fucking up the map Got me fillin' up the Mac, shit, the studio my trap Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks (No way) Feeling zombie from the pour, zombie from the 'yac I forgot my past, shit, I can barely hold a chat Likkle man, you lie and pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track Pussies
[Verse 2] Back to work, I get it in, then I get out the gaff Got business to attend and if I've not, I got a pound to splash Face is bait, they know it's Aitch, so I go 'round the back Linkin' up with bae, she make it clap, should hear the sound of that Say they're on me, got me creasing like some AF1s Said the Cookies got me stinking up in Saint Laurent Swear they hate me on the daily 'cause the paper's long But prick, you're paying me my wages when you play the songs Take a flight, I'm goin' out United States (Yeah) Just landed in LA with fifty thousand in my case (Guap) Man had to catch the hands for gettin' rowdy in my face Now I'm a bigger man, I just get out and walk away
[Chorus] Pull it back and make it clap, fucking up the map Got me fillin' up the Mac, shit, the studio my trap Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks (No way) Feeling zombie from the pour, zombie from the 'yac I forgot my past, shit, I can barely hold a chat Likkle man, you lie and pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track PussiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.