I succeed in anything Ain't no limits to me And it's fuck what they think They use they brain loosely Game got me bored Disappointed Truly Sum of these hoes go hard If they shit muted Bentley a coupe That mean it's two doors Never let a hoe get outta pocket Start a new war Saw the bitch she's acting up Like who you gone call It be me, my Glock and I We on a group call Lifes good Got the shit out the gutta Seen a bitch in my whip So i changed up the colour Boy going crazy Make em Ski I'm no Thugger Mad as fuck about the last drop Here's another Don't like to be told no I'm a lil spoiled so Bitches talking down on me Still they fucking goals though These bitches is mad slow Never got they own dough If they nigga leave they on the streets That's a no go My old nigga miss The shit out a bitch On my way to being wealthy Man fuck being rich Young buck stacked 20k In a Shoebox Need a couple m's So I recruited him a new Thot I can't fuck with the hoe she burned the Bridge I like me niggas to be well experienced He real good with his words shakespearean If i bend over got his ass delirious Got Taaylee glued to her mind Made her think slicker Didn't mean to turn these bitches on I had a nip slipper These niggas be faking for some pussy That's the big kicker Gave his bro the keys to the whip Now that's a real nigga I ain't come to play games This ain't no 2k These hoes still catching up in a new bag Never gave a fuck bout what a bitch say Said I never gave a fuck bout what a bitch say

Ha-ha-ha, Nick, you're stupid (we love you, Tecca) Yeah, I been ridin' 'round with some real n- (whoa, whoa) Better not talk loud when you chill with us I know she be off that loud 'cause I still feel it (still feel it) It don't make no sense to lie 'cause they still get us And no, I don't want a review up on the pack, I know it's bussin' If I peeped that shawty frontin', might as well go f- her cousin Clap, clap-clap for a b-ch, you know it's bussin' I walk up in the meet and need a hundred, no discussion F- it (yeah), we just put it out there N- say they want it, well, let's put it out there (yeah) I heard she was a t-, so I'ma treat her like that (what?) Ridin' in that 'Rari and you know it's all black (grrah, grrah, grrah) I just broke they necks when I walked in (yeah) I don't really pop out, but I'm poppin' (poppin') Told 'em, "Turn that sh- off because you not it" (let's go) I had to take advantage of it 'cause I got it (yeah, I got it) The longer you gon' wait, runnin' out of options (tick, tick, tick) You just wanna party your life away (tock, tock, tock) I just told my family I got this (got it, whoa) Know we gon' be good and we all gon' be straight Yeah, I been ridin' 'round with some real n- (ridin' 'round) Better not talk loud when you chill with us (chill with us) I know she be off that loud 'cause I still feel it (shh) It don't make no sense to lie 'cause they still get us And no, I don't want a review up on the pack, I know it's bussin' If I peeped that shawty frontin', might as well go f- her cousin Clap, clap-clap for a b-ch, you know it's bussin' I walk up in the meet and need a hundred, no discussion

She said You got big plans You been caught up Come and sit down We ain't caught up In A minute and I see you tryna chase dreams But lately I don't think we on the same team On the same page or whatever Everything about us now feels whatever If you know better then you should do it If i'm trip'n and i'm talking crazy prove it Cause I seen you really want things And what you'd do for it Don't take me for granted I won't take you for it This feelings too foreign Shit just ain't the same to me I seen you change for them Why can't you change for me Maybe i'm just insecure I know you hustle late nights Too much tryna make money You not tryna make time for me But I get it But i'm saying know I won't be here forever And if nothing else to your credit Just know that I know I know you got roses for me baby I know you got roses for me baby I know you got roses I know you got roses for me baby I know you got roses I know you got roses for me baby Just make sure I can smell em when you give em to me Just make sure I can smell em when you give em to me I know you got roses I know you got roses for me baby I know you got roses I know you got roses for me baby Don't wait til it's too late To pick up the pieces and put it together And then try to do things baby I'm on to new things baby This ain't only A you thing baby But I know you could be better I know we could be better It's just I don't want you to Wait til i'm gone to tell me things i'll never hear from you Or wait til i'm gone to show me things i'll never see from you Or wait til i'm gone to give me things i'll never need from you Sometimes I feel like you want things I could never be for you Maybe it's me Maybe it's me Different goals still the same you Who am I to try to change you Tryna win can I blame you Tryna win can I blame you Especially when I know you got roses for me baby I know you got roses for me baby I know you got roses I know you got roses for me baby I know you got roses I know you got roses for me baby Just make sure I can smell em when you give em to me Just make sure I can smell em when you give em to me I know you got roses I know you got roses for me baby I know you got roses I know you got roses for me baby

In my white tee Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee Step on the scene with some green and some hard white work Real clean fresh jeans and a all white shirt We all get money and we all smoke twerk Hit the dirt one squirt will leave all yall murk 'Cause im fresh in my white tee they glance at my white tee and I Got the hat that match my pants and my white tee Whoever that you might see I know they got a white tee Uncle brother sister mother dad or your wifey Hanes or fruit of the loom be the name of my white tee I gotta change man it's a stain on my white tee Lames in a white tee, I bring the pain in my white tee Hispanic cracka nigga even yangs wearin' white tee Hit the club deep and we all got a white tee A throw back no that hell naw it don't excite me You dont need no throwback 'cause you will be set on your white Tee you can get a circle or a V neck on ur white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I hit the mall in my white tee Ooh I think they like me or they like the diamonds 'Cause they shine so brightly, yeah you know I how I be Under my tee it the wifey [Incomprehensible] or tighly For them niggas who think I'm soft nigga come and try me They going to find your body White tees in the club while we drinking on Bacardi Fuck throwbacks white tees in the party Now don't get me started gotta try Bacardi, drama we avoid it Everyone one wear white tees 'cause they can afford it Girls wear white tees, boys wear white tees Niggas in the trap nigga I bet they got a white tee I wear a white tee, you wear a white tee The next day catch me with a brand new white tee Oh they buy clean white shoes fresh jeans But on that boy shirt what it say not a thingg I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I slang in my white tee, I bang in my white tee All in the club spitting game in my white tee I bling in my white tee, serve feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I gotta couple throwbacks it just I choose not to wear them White tee extravganza nigga like a foot locker sale Niggas think I done fail but my paper stacking a lot Or you could throw back this but partner check my nine And I'm a ghetto gangsta white tee laws gone hate ya And street gangs with a little fame them hoes gonna chase ya Can't exscape from this white shit it done covered the map Like crack been her in the 80's and it took over the trap Come to the hood you can find me trapping in my white tee Standing with a full grill niggas might try me So how I be still in my white tee Rock jeans, tiger green, yeah hoes like me Haters try to bite me, some try to dislike me Became a rich nigga and the feds try to indicte me Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee Yup in my white tee ...