歌词
[Intro]
[?]
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
[Verse 1]
Check your texts Smurk
My phone be dead for a week
Check your net worth
Three million, I spent that shit at Uber Eats
I know I past it, but I get mad when they say I don't do shit for the streets
I pay cash and I feel good to do it, I grew up off link
I like my Xans blue, my Percs white, my Spirte Easter pink
I was salty when [Newski?] passed, so I can imagine what be to think
I got a cousin in [?] so I can imagine what he think
I'm so cool, like CJ, I can tell the DJ, "Play some Tink"
I'm so happy, I'm fully focused, I had to slow down off the drink
I was in Cleveland Clinic, I almost met up with God for the week
The same place, the mind [?] when that shit ain't cheap
I went Rolls, Patek 2023, Phillipe
That's a closed clasket, why that bastard still lookin' like he sleep?
I told brodie do it for Molly, Folly turnt up as we speak
I told her I need more horses, I ain't jump up out the Jeep
Well, I did, when I'm sayin' I jumped up out the seat
I be shakin' when I pray 'cause I don't be stretchin' out my knee
I had brought a pair of [?], I was in Detroit for a week
I'm with Johnny on the grill, open my mouth and get that glee
Now you sheisty in your hood, they pop outside and get that skeet
[Chorus]
Oh, they my rival, oh
They'll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what?
They'll kill your idol
Oh, you ain't even got a title, oh
[Verse 2]
Fee-fi-fo-fum, on the opps, they no fun
Two [?] and they caught niggas ridin' 'round with [?]
Street niggas went in, I just had me a foursome
Never leave out the jam if they know some'
Still free my opps, they gon' get life when that Glock torch
Coulda have [?] snuck on my back porch
Brodie got dummy bags, had the drug dealers act up
Brodie don't hustle off the muscle, go get a Mac truck
(Brodie don't hustle off the muscle, go get a Mac truck)
All of this back and cappin', rappin' all for a camera
Only the family in my ass, worse than the cancer
[Chorus]
Uh, they my rival, oh
They'll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what?
They'll kill your idol
Oh, you ain't even got a title, oh