[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I got a bitch out in Cabo , draped her in Fendi
Yeah, yeah, uh, I'm pressure Nigga
[Verse 1]
Tryna' move on from the streets, but they keep chasin me
All my love ones gone to heaven , seem like to place to be
Remember days when I was broke, can't get to A-Z
Now I got like 15 hoes out here be chasin me
Money is the motivate, I know it, I know it
Got a lot of pain in my heart, but I don't nеver show it
Plenty times I wanna quit, plеnty times thought I was hit
Plenty times I lost focus, I was focusin' on the bitch
Plenty times niggas tried to clown me when they were knowin' that I was it
I put a Rolley on my wrist, they know I'm chosen, I'm so lit
I'm the type to set up my man just like a motherfuckin' pick
I'm they type to keep it humble, cause I really came for shit
[Chorus]
I get a bitch out in Cabo , drape her in Fendi
And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty
And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me
But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD
And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B
These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET
[Verse 2]
Grinding' hard, just to shine, I bought a Rolley, it my time
My bitch might get a ticket because she fine, fine, fine
Straighten her up, but she out of line, miss all the bros that died
I'll go and sell some bags, I don't give a fuck about these rhymes
I got a plug, out in Cabo, I got bitches out there too
JT, that my twin, we takin' hoes down by the two
My bitch said she like Bottega, had to go buy her a few
I was seein' red, I ain't see green, this shit came up out the blue
[Pre Chorus]
Thank God they gave me a chance, I done finally won
I ain't burn my elbow, but I'm walkin' around with these firearms
I was just sellin' these exotic bags, now I'm sellin' songs
Can fly a bitch out to Cabo, if she a real
[Chorus]
I get a bitch out in Cabo , drape her in Fendi
And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty
And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me
But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD
And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B
These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET
[Verse 3]
Yeah, and I can't ride without that stick, that Just that G in me
Niggas try to play around with this shit, and he gon' be deceased
Young Nigga so litty, I got hoes been tryna freak on me
I can fuck a new bitch everyday, this shit ain't none to me
Wake up I'm sippin wockhardt, still watchin' out for cop cars
Zy so traumatized, where he go , he grip that Glock hard
I told bro to chill everyday, know shit gon' work out
No, I cannot take her on no date, no we can't go out
[Pre Chorus]
Real P, groupie of bitches wanna fuck
Cause Bloe put chains on me
These niggas don't wanna see me
Win they wanna rain on me, I know these niggas wanna stop my shine
But I can't let em', got my foot on niggas neck and I can't let em
[Chorus]
I get a bitch out in Cabo , drape her in Fendi
And I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, cause I got plenty
And I see these niggas hatin' these niggas, tryna' envy me
But I don't see it cause I keep my phone in DnD
And I got like 20 bitches on me in a B&B
These niggas play rock out with stick just like we P&B
Baby, she been trippin', on me, tell me what you see in me
Yeah, I came from Gamblin', now I'm tryna' be on BET