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[Intro – whispered]
( Yeah…)
( Lock in.)
⸻
[Verse 1 – Main Vocal]
Hatin’ ass bitch, stop that shit
( stop that shit)
And while you’ re at it, get off my d***
( back up quick)
Ain’ t no room for you right now
’ Bout to get some neck on the way to get a new necklace
( let’ s go)
Whole lotta hoes fresh out they teens
( fresh out)
They rimmin’ each other while I’ m in between
( in between)
Most of ’ em twenty and alright to me
You call ’ em tens, but I keep ’ em clean
( keep ’ em clean)
Don’ t ask me no questions — I’ m just lettin’ you know
I don’ t do no stressin’ — I just let it go
( I let it go)
The BS can miss me — I roll with that glizzy
( glizzy on me)
If shit get fishy — get the net and the pole
( get the pole)
That’ s caught with a stick, any smarts you would dip
Or your carcass get ditched in a parking lot quick
( gone quick)
Think Billboard — I’ m markin’ off hits
( check it off)
You’ re number one… time to start a new list
( new list)
⸻
[Hook – Hard / Aggressive]
I don’ t talk much — I let the numbers speak
( run it up)
Actin’ tough online but in person not a peep
( you weak)
Say you outside — where you be?
( Can’ t wait to see)
You broke bad then packed your bags — switched scenes
Cross the line once, let the games begin,
( Let’ s get it)
My Circle small with long reach — we cover end to end
( no friends)
Ocean opp that’ s a lock — we don’ t make amends
( never)
’ Cause we gone spin till your head pops off, then spin again,
( never ends)
⸻
[Verse 2 – Main Vocal]
I’ m runnin’ them digits up
( run it up)
The numbers — they goin’ crazy
( crazy, crazy)
Don’ t even know how much
I ain’ t looked at ’ em lately
( not lately)
Yeah, you can mean-mug on the FaceTime
( look at you)
But too coward to face me
( you won’ t)
Said you on G time — but dropped three dimes
So the thirty I’ m raisin’
( raise it up)
Who the f*** are you rushin’?
This is America
( slow down)
Learn some patience
( patience)
Now you a patient — whole team was just praisin’
Now they all pacin’
Said you the breadwinner with like eight kids
Who gon’ pay rent?
( who?)
That was rhetorical — so you can save it
( save that)
Hit was affordable — yeah bitch, I’ m savin’
( killer deal)
They spin the block, then send the bill
Split the blunt — with piff it’ s filled
You hip and you hop — right off the hip I drill
( drill time)
The shit you pop won’ t fly — we split the field
( split it)
Catch everything, then send it home
Now the lick is sealed
( sealed tight)
Inside is your coach’ d handwritten will
Add a P. S.:
Tell your family stay out the field
( stay out the field)
’ Cause shit’ s gettin
Details
GeneratedNov 25, 2025
Duration2:36
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dreamy Acoustic Ballad with Soft Guitar and Whispered Vocals., rap, trap, electronica, turntablism, sound effects
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HRbretslyrics
HRbretslyricsModelAria v5
