[Intro]

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)

Yeah

Tay Keith fuck 'em up

Tay Keith fuck 'em up

Whole lotta racks on me right now

Y'all already know how I do this shit

Aw shit!

[Verse]

They treated me petty before I had fetti so I had to make 'em regret it

Now I'm at they neck imma make 'em respect it since they would not give me my credit

But yuh, keep a weapon fo' protection (Boom boom)

My diamonds caught a domestic (They fightin')

Nigga you know what I'm reppin'

Talk down on committee we press ya

Don't step on 'em, I spent the rack on my tennis

Louis V drippin' all over my lenses

If my money get low then its time to replenish

You started beef with me, I gotta finish it

No I'm not slippin', you know what I'm grippin'

Don't pass me no liquor, you know what I'm sippin'

Yo' bitch all on me, she tryna get intimate

I'm sorry my nigga, I'm sendin' my sentiments

Walked in this bitch lookin' just like a don

All out in public, I smell like a bomb

All these chains on me, they think I'm a con

I live in a condo, I don't have a lawn

Won't chase a bitch, imma chase me a bundle

Count so much, I think I got carpal tunnel

Won't smoke it if it ain't Backwoods or fronto

I got some hittas, they ready to rumble

I'm still on the same, you know how I came

Before I was rappin', I had me a name

I'm with the gang no reef in my chain

We let them hollow tips reef in ya brain (Boom boom)

Listen my nigga, if you doin' bad

Get off ya ass and get you a bag

I'm shittin' on these niggas, it's makin' em mad

They know that I'm having the reason to brag

Told all my niggas I'm back on they ass

My jewelry blinding, without the flash

I want the cash and I want it fast

These niggas broke someone get him a cast

I just might fuck all on yo' baby mother

She got saliva all over my cover

Told that big girl you gone get me in trouble

Something like a soda bitch, I'm bout to bubble

Fuck the judge, tell him free my brother Ross

Got the Apple Watch with the milly rocks

I be drippin' sauce, I don't diddy bop

Rollie wristy watch, ain't no ticky tock

Voices in my head saying "Get the guap"

Niggas cuffin' hoes like a fuckin' cop

Can't stop, won't stop, til' I hit the tippy top

Imma have the whole fuckin' city locked

But hold up, pause

My niggas down for the cause

Young nigga just want to ball

Fresh as a bitch, I don't shop at the mall

I just might throw on a mink in the fall

Smoking dope back stage, Minglewood Hall

My bitch told me "Boy you the shit"

She say I belong in a stall but naw

Never love 'em, never trust 'em, fuck 'em

Diamond chokers on me, never tuck 'em

Pockets on swole, I had to stuff 'em

I let the money talk like Chris Tucker

Most of these niggas dick riders

Most of these bitches dick suckers

Stick on me, I'm way too clean to tussle

VVS's all on my knuckles

Fuck on that bitch then I scram

Free my niggas in the jam

These niggas know who I am

I made it clear off the wam

I do this shit for the fam

I do this shit for my niggas

I do this shit for the hittas

Fuck niggas I don't feel em

Bitch I look just like a dealer

I just been chasing the motherfuckin' skrilla my nigga

If the bitch bad, imma hit her my nigga

You droppin' salt like you bitter my nigga

I'm always steppin' in the latest fashion

I'm rocking Maison Margiela my nigga

Lil mama looking like she feeling a nigga

I got her face in the pillow my nigga

She want to screw like a phillip

So I had to drill her and I know it's killing her nigga (I know)

You know what I keep in the fanny

Count up the racks in my jammies

I got the bitch out her panties

Ain't have to give her a xanny (Naw)

They got me outta my element

I'm stunting on these niggas I'm meddling

Just take a look at my wrist

They might lock me up for embezzlement