Newborn tiger, I'm earning my stripes (Stripes) Crosshair, bitch, it's on sight Tippy toes if you try reachin' my height Niggas fantasia can't read me my rights I don't wanna fuck, you ain't even my type Niggas wait to see me in person then type Only person ever put fear in me is Christ Niggas gettin' parked for not sendin' out kites (Kites) Tell a nigga, "Line it up" (Uh) baguettes is diamond cut (Cut) Finger got paper cuts (Cuts) , bitches you mines or what? (What?) You know I'm a Mac this might be the final cut, the final touch (Ayy) The game can get cold we deckin' the halls if you ever sign us up (Damn)
I'm just bein' me, don't be mad at me You ain't gonna fuck me, that's blasphemy I know the guys' gone blast for me Louis V pouch at capacity They can't make this in a factory God just blessed me with it naturally Green light but we still trafficking (Yeah) Wake up broke, that's blasphemy
Fuck up the forecast (Forecast) Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf) Now I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash I fuck up the forecast (Ayy, ayy)
Since I was six, nigga, I've been flyin' first class I don't fuck with birds, but a nigga took bird baths (Shirp) No yellow brick road, I had a dirt path Ask my bitch, she gonna tell you I'm a dirtbag (Ayy) Getting to the paper since PC had word pad Tables might turn, but I still gotta serve that Make the wrong step, might end up with a toe tag "Boy bein' broke" ain't even in my vocab (Skrrt) Makin' big moves like Big Mama Givenchy shirts, spent six hunnid Make a rain on 'em all summer (Ayy) Baby, go and get that rent money (Ayy) She just came back from Amsterdam (Yeah) Killa season, bitch, we killin' cam All season, bitch, we killin' cams Wavy nigga, never give a damn (Damn)
I'm just bein' me, don't be mad at me You ain't gonna fuck me, that's blasphemy I know the guys' gone blast for me Louis V pouch at capacity (Uh, uh, uh, uh) They can't make this in a factory God just blessed me with it naturally Green light but we still trafficking Wake up broke, that's blasphemy
Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf, shiuf) Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf) Now I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash (Shiuf) I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Used to play Dream Cast (Shiuf) Now I fuck up the forecast (Shiuf) Who eatin'? Let's DoorDash I fuck up the forecast
Compositores: Ray Vaughn, Boi-1da, OZ & Michael Samuels Jr.