[Young Lyric] I got Cuban on deck it's a wrap Know you thought I was gone but I'm back We out here winnin', we touching the people but you mad at me 'cause you broke? Facts Watch what ya say 'cause the phone taps, XO on the track and it's more racks Started from nothing and came from the bottom and now here we watchin' the dough stack Did it one deep, and you know that Any beat I get on, I'm gon' crash We get that paper like no pass, how you gon' diss me with no cash? Haters can't see me, they plottin' they schemin' and lyin' and makin' me so mad Thinkin' for me and they leaving it here, hit up and licking it, going out sad I cannot fuck with you fake clowns, I keep it real and I stay down Pull a Bugatti with Killumantii, we slayin' 'em, makin' 'em lay down No competition we dragging these bitches and lettin' 'em know we don't play 'round Been out here grindin' we finally livin' it up, lockin' Atlanta and H-Town!
[Young Lyric] Brought my cash up, brought the squad out Step to me wrong, you get knocked out It's a new day, it's my time now You da what where? (What?) Let me find out Pull up it's lights out, never seen a rack that I count Run up and get dragged, you already know what I'm 'bout Put ya whole team on timeout, patty on my wrist is iced out I put on for H-Town, tryna ride the wave, get wiped out
[Killumantii] I'm the one that she call, when she needs goons in the castle Run up a bag do it quicker no hassle, got 'em prayin' again send 'em straight to the chapel I'll fuck up your world like when Adam bit that apple Pop that hoe like a Snapple, private when I travel Got the game on lock, no shackles (Ah!) Killa why you so mad? Why yo' flows be so mean? I'm never mad, no it's not what it seems I don't go hard for the money or green, y'all do not see what goes on behind scenes I'm killin' these bitches, the trigger I squeeze (brr) Never been a rat, who ain't score for some cheese Why I'm so hard? Now you see, can't let another bitch live my dreams (okay) I'm a rockstar in my limousine, when I catch that bitch Imma break her spleen (crack) Why you wanna fight with a bitch like me, I'm off the leash, I box like the young Ali Like ooh, how you gon' flex like that? (ooh) Got the whole A on my back And you boys goin' out sad Hold up, wait again, and bring it back (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, AH!)
[Young Lyric & Cuban Doll] Brought my cash up, brought the squad out Step to me wrong, you get knocked out It's a new day, it's my time now You da what where? (What?) Let me find out Pull up it's lights out, never seen a rack that I count Run up and get dragged (yeah!), you already know what I'm 'bout (bitch!) Put ya whole team on timeout, patty on my wrist is iced out I put on for H-Town (yeah yeah), tryna ride the wave, get wiped out
[Cuban Doll] I'm from the D, you don't want no smoke Got Lyric with me, she gon' blow On top of these bitches, they so broke Topic of discussion we trendin' Don't talk about numbers, we did it Been sendin' 'em shots, but you missin' I been that bitch from beginnin' Can't put you on, you don't listen! Dissin' for the fame, but I get checks (Yeah) Don't play no games witcha, 'cause you'll be missin' (wha?) Two, three shootas with me, choppas sing like Whitney Keep Young Lyric with me (aye), savage but she pretty (aye) Onnat gang shit! (aye)
[Young Lyric & Cuban Doll] Brought the squad out (bitch!) Step to me wrong, you'll get knocked out It's a new day, it's my time now You da what where? (What?) Let me find out Pull up it's lights out, never seen a rack that I count Run up and get dragged (yeah!), you already know what I'm 'bout Put ya whole team on timeout, patty on my wrist is iced out I put on for H-Town (yeah yeah), tryna ride the wave, get wiped outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
