Lyrics
Yeah, let's go
I'm really 'bout to get wicked, I'm comin' for payback
And I'm addin' interest
I'm 'bout to put prices on all of you bitches (Baw, baw)
Yeah, let's go
Fuck it, I'm 'bout to go sicko, I got a blue check in the streets, I'm official
I'm puttin' a five to your face like a nickel, bitch
Stackin' the multiple Ms like a Maybach
Pickin' up multiple gems, they won't chain snatch
I know they look in the mirror and hate that
I look in the mirror, I wouldn't trade that
Mama told me I was fresh as a fetus
I hopped out the hospital bed in Adidas
And I like to fuck, but that isn't a secret
My dick is so thick, haters hop on my penis
I like a centerfold (Woah), huh, I tell her drop and roll (Woah), huh
I'm smokin' double Dutch, huh, I'm from the double-O (Woah; bitch)
I went triple platinum with the city on my fitted hat (Yeah)
Took a pair of twins to the back and made a triple stack (Yeah)
Triple the amount of what you thought I had, and tripled that (Yeah)
Triple down on anything I said, I never took it back (Uh; ayy)
Say some, do some (Yeah), put them down like two thumbs (Yeah)
I watched all y'all eat, huh, I ain't givin' y'all no crumbs
I got a new bitch with some matching acrylics
A batch of new hunnids to buy me some vintage
A clip with extensions if anyone trippin'
I don't need a curb, bitch, I'm down with the sickness
Don't get me started if you ain't gon' finish
I'm done with the friendship, now business is business
We all in the game, but I'm not even playin'
My album is comin', this only a scrimmage
Try to tell me to quit when I roll up my medicine
But I'm sicker than them when I pick up my pen
Ain't no question, you know I'm a veteran
And I'm still gettin' rich because I don't just spend
I got a whole lot I'm investin' in
Reppin' "Taylor Gang" over here once you get in
Ain't no gettin' out, dog, it's indefinite
Never sold my soul just for no record spins
Always puttin' out crush on my breakfasts
Always jump in the pool with a naked bitch
I'm who they recommend, ice on my necklace
Show me the boss, I don't care what the level is
Number one, I'm with a medalist
Rollin' something with the homies in the cut, I'm in my element
Got baddies with better friends
She a angel, but leave with me, she get devilish
I like 'em classy and ghetto
What's black and Margiela, 'cause that's what I represent
I got a pack in the mail when the UPS driver come up, then he'll let him in
My nigga so rowdy, my bitch is so quiet
We party, but don't leave no evidence
Fuck the whole world, what I'm really on
I don't need friends no more, I'm makin' enemies, huh
Neck full of stones, I look like infinity
And you can't fuck with me, that's your virginity
Niggas ain't tough even though they pretend to be
I got some niggas who in the street
I got some niggas who do this shit literally
I got some YNs who ready to drill for me
Be around real ones who keep the same energy, huh
(Yeah) Ayy, fuck a hook
We don't even got time for that
Foot on the pedal, rock out like it's heavy metal
I'm hittin' the gas on 'em, yeah
Machine and Wizzleman droppin' on you hoes
Hold up, fuck that, I'm going in
That shit cool, but it don't slide like me (Uh-huh)
Y'all got ice, but it ain't fire like me (Pff, pff)
Kimbo Slice, I'm goin' "one, two, three" (Oh, ayy)
Suck my dick, it's on my state ID (Let's go)
That shit cool, but it don't slide like me (Like me)
Y'all got ice, but it ain't fire like me (Uh-huh)
Kimbo Slice, I'm goin' "one, two, three" (Let's go)
Suck my dick, it's on my state ID (Uh-huh)