[Taylor Bennett:] Mr. Bennett never finished, you can't miss a call Me and Supa Supa sold out SOB's, New York Went from Maggie's Palace probably sellin' reggie out the door Now I'm thinkin' bigger - motion pictures, foreign cars Chloe, Jordan, photo texting wasn't here before Now I hit withdraw, when I hit the mall Homies from the land poppin' Xans, got withdrawals Clasp my hands in advance 'cause they just can't get off I've been given second chances That shit like my motivation Just found out I'm sick, I got no time for patience Tired of waitin' I know destinations, I don't know locations, I know detonation Call up Supa, he gon' cook the bacon
[Supa Bwe:] Run up on me in the 'preme and I might kill an ape And still rock Bape and still rep gang And still throw signs while my niggas do the same Cause the phony shit contagious so I let my phone ring I don't like to conversate for conversation's sake No more girls who stay up late Just baby girl and me Got real sisters outside Why lie when my life's neon lights? Real sisters down to ride, and they gon' ride tonight She put some bad-bad magic on me Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me We're not just tryna stack til a nigga can't see Maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe She put some bad-bad magic on me Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me We're not just tryna stack til a nigga can't see Or maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe
[Taylor Benett:] I got held down in a spot over some confrontations No more conversations, if you wanna link then hit my agent No more weed, I put that down with all my friends that wouldn't make it All my friends is killers and robbers, some of them couldn't shake it I relate with shawties, Aretha Franklin and [?] Hispanic girls with attitudes be them great debaters My work's a basket, my flow fantastic, this shit's a classic I bumped the classics that beat the masses Then preached to masses I used to roast over roaches until they burned to ashes And now I'm so far from me, I feel like an open casket They want the new Taylor Bennett, my posts is post-traumatic My flow keep goin', you're cul-de-sac and we'll blow ya backward My clique assassins we're always packin' and never lackin' I called up Supa for magic, Garçon, you gotta have it You're bottle cappin', I'm model lappin' with chicks that's athletes My reach Jurassic, my shoes ain't matchin', they Easter baskets I got some twins with me, Nina, Marta, and that's the backup Some real shawties tell lil' shawties to put some racks up My money longer, ain't done evolvin' This shit's a classic My money longer, ain't done evolvin' This shit's a classic
[Lil Yachty:] Tsk, tired of niggas talkin' 'bout "this is the way you got to do it" And you go to respect this type of person And you got to listen to that type of person Fuck all of that shit (uhh) I'm doing it the way I wanna do it Look, I'm (Lil' Boat!) tired of these niggas hatin', and tired of promoters flakin' So pay me in pre-advance And if I forget them, book again (check) I'm up, up and away And I'm so loved by the white people That they could approach me in the back of a dark alley with a black hoodie (true) It's as real as it gets (true) It's as strong as a pit's bit, I mean pit's bite When she walk around in her black tights Made my jeans tighter Made my jeans tighter around the crotch area It's gettin scary to old heads 'Cause Hip-Hop changing each and every day And I'm the nigga pickin' out the clothes I used to sip the fours and I used to fuck every hoe (true) I still fuck every hoe (true) I used to plot on the globe (true) I used to be called a joke (well), I still get called a joke (fuck 'em) But I'm so rich that my ears they only hear ching-ching My eyes see bling-bling And everything in between is out the seams all the time (yeah) We whoop ass, and then we send a get well card Then we swipe our black cards And we don't have backyards (Lil Boat) 'cause we stay on top floors And we get maids to wipe up all of our marble floors And we fuck five star, top model class whores And we still teens, but nigga, we don't do chores
[Supa Bwe:] Run up on me in the 'preme and I might kill an ape And still rock Bape and still rep gang And still throw signs while my niggas do the same Cause the phony shit contagious so I let my phone ring I don't like to conversate for conversation's sake No more girls who stay up late Just baby girl and me Got real sisters outside Why lie when my life's neon lights? Real sisters down to ride, and they gon' ride tonight She put some bad-bad magic on me Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me We're not just tryna stack til a nigga can't see Or maybe break your back til the nigga can't breathe She put some bad-bad magic on me Girl, you throw that bad-bad magic at me We're not just tryna stack til a nigga can't see Or maybe break your back til the nigga can't breatheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
