CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : faker
Yeah-yeah, woah (Haha, Caleb, play that)
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah (Viizzi)
Codeine in my system
Pistol for protection
And you claim that don't know me, you up in my mentions
Do you feel the tension?
You gon' meet my weapon
Choppa shoot like boy band, aim in One Direction
Yeah, yeah, at your face, b*t*h I catch a case
Guarantee that we gon' up that motherf**kin' murder rate
Have you ever heard of fate? 'Causе you gon' meet your maker
He said that he 'bout that lifе, we know that boy a faker
I got the wock in my cup
I got a Glock boutta' f**k this sh*t up
Big body Benz, and a big body truck
Big body b*t*h she gon' suck my sh*t u-u-up
F**k all that singing sh*t, choppa like choir
He hittin' high notes like he is Mariah
Me and Joleya, it's murder for hire
I cannot stand that lil' boy he a liar
Step on the seat, and I'm bringing the fire
Step on the seat, and I'm causing a scene
I got a Glock and it's strapped to my jeans
That's Robitussin, lil' b*t*h that ain't lean
I know that you think that you so clever, we drop in the portal, leave you in the Nether
I use a suppressor, no matter the weather
I'm stackin' my cheese, like a mouse I get cheddar
I go to the bank and deposit it, my money positive
All of this sh*t, been a part of it
I'm in this sh*t, in the heart of it, all of this hype b*t*h I started it, I'm goin' hard on it
I'm goin' hard on this b*t*h
I got a stick, and I'ma go pa** it to Jahhlu
You got no t**ties up under your chest, so please explain to me what your motherf**kin' bra do
(graveem1nd)
Yeah, chain on my neck, watch it swang
N***as' is tryna say that I changed, but I stayed the same when I got fame (B*t*h)
He think he safe 'till we run in his crib and we hit a lil' motherf**kin' stain, uh
You know I'm countin' that money I 'bout just might go cop me a new Range, b*t*h
Hop in that Benz, know we swervin'
He not totin' sh*t I know that boy he nervous
That boy a coward not talkin' bout Courage
I know I'ma shine, I know I'ma flourish
He take my songs, I feel like a teacher
Mihara Maison, that sh*t on the sneakers
He a spectator, he watch on the bleachers
I know that money counter, and that beeper, b*t*h
He got me mad, I might turn to a villain
That boy a scooter, well we gonna drill him
Sign a lil' deal and I made me a million
Run out the banks n***a, know that I'm stealin'
Might hit the UK, b*t*h, word to Viizzi
Choppa name Yeat, cause that sh*t gon' get busy
I don't want your ho, 'cause my girl is too pretty
I'll do a show in every f**king city, yeah
Codeine in my system
Pistol for protection
And you claim that don't know me, you up in my mentions
Do you feel the tension?
You gon' meet my weapon
Choppa shoot like boy band, aim in One Direction
Yeah, yeah, at your face, b*t*h I catch a case
Guarantee that we gon' up that motherf**kin' murder rate
Have you ever heard of fate? 'Cause you gon' meet your maker
He said that he 'bout that life, we know that boy a faker
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah
Yeah-yeah, woah (Viizzi)
Codeine in my system
Pistol for protection
And you claim that don't know me, you up in my mentions
Do you feel the tension?
You gon' meet my weapon
Choppa shoot like boy band, aim in One Direction
Yeah, yeah, at your face, b*t*h I catch a case
Guarantee that we gon' up that motherf**kin' murder rate
Have you ever heard of fate? 'Causе you gon' meet your maker
He said that he 'bout that lifе, we know that boy a faker
I got the wock in my cup
I got a Glock boutta' f**k this sh*t up
Big body Benz, and a big body truck
Big body b*t*h she gon' suck my sh*t u-u-up
F**k all that singing sh*t, choppa like choir
He hittin' high notes like he is Mariah
Me and Joleya, it's murder for hire
I cannot stand that lil' boy he a liar
Step on the seat, and I'm bringing the fire
Step on the seat, and I'm causing a scene
I got a Glock and it's strapped to my jeans
That's Robitussin, lil' b*t*h that ain't lean
I know that you think that you so clever, we drop in the portal, leave you in the Nether
I use a suppressor, no matter the weather
I'm stackin' my cheese, like a mouse I get cheddar
I go to the bank and deposit it, my money positive
All of this sh*t, been a part of it
I'm in this sh*t, in the heart of it, all of this hype b*t*h I started it, I'm goin' hard on it
I'm goin' hard on this b*t*h
I got a stick, and I'ma go pa** it to Jahhlu
You got no t**ties up under your chest, so please explain to me what your motherf**kin' bra do
(graveem1nd)
Yeah, chain on my neck, watch it swang
N***as' is tryna say that I changed, but I stayed the same when I got fame (B*t*h)
He think he safe 'till we run in his crib and we hit a lil' motherf**kin' stain, uh
You know I'm countin' that money I 'bout just might go cop me a new Range, b*t*h
Hop in that Benz, know we swervin'
He not totin' sh*t I know that boy he nervous
That boy a coward not talkin' bout Courage
I know I'ma shine, I know I'ma flourish
He take my songs, I feel like a teacher
Mihara Maison, that sh*t on the sneakers
He a spectator, he watch on the bleachers
I know that money counter, and that beeper, b*t*h
He got me mad, I might turn to a villain
That boy a scooter, well we gonna drill him
Sign a lil' deal and I made me a million
Run out the banks n***a, know that I'm stealin'
Might hit the UK, b*t*h, word to Viizzi
Choppa name Yeat, cause that sh*t gon' get busy
I don't want your ho, 'cause my girl is too pretty
I'll do a show in every f**king city, yeah
Codeine in my system
Pistol for protection
And you claim that don't know me, you up in my mentions
Do you feel the tension?
You gon' meet my weapon
Choppa shoot like boy band, aim in One Direction
Yeah, yeah, at your face, b*t*h I catch a case
Guarantee that we gon' up that motherf**kin' murder rate
Have you ever heard of fate? 'Cause you gon' meet your maker
He said that he 'bout that life, we know that boy a faker
