[Verse 1: Devon Culbert]
Mufuckas don’t talk shit like me nowadays
I figured out ya game, and I don’t really wanna play
Like Madden you mashin’ them buttons
I’m truckin’ like Bettis in the backfield
Back when lettuce at a stand still
And they wouldn’t let us pass at Back Booth
Young white boy hang with black youth
But, know this, my goal is to land Kendall Jenner
Notice the road is not what I had planned it
Yo bitch ain’t from Pittsburgh but I’mma go steel her
Body on butters worth, but she a butterface
I got that Minute Maid, I need my dinner plate
Fuck if the rent is late, I’ll pay back triple rate
Any day, cop son a denture plate so that’s
AAP on bay bay teeth
Like I’m Hurricane Chris in a Burberry fit
Young boys always talk a whole lot of shit
Then hit the switch when scripts been flipped, I swear
I see that fake shit, you been tweetin’ then deletin’
Icy that dated and fake bitch in the playlist, I’m sayin’
I just tip toed through the matrix
Mufucka what’s the basis?
Rickey Rickey how I run
Rickey Rickey with the glove
Ricky Ricky took the pump
Fifty fifty leave you drippy drippy
I got Izzy with me in the windy city
Need a itty biddy with some itty titties
For the sticky sticky and a quickie quickie
Woo!
[Bridge: Devon Culbert]
Wait tho, stay low
Grindin’ out for them bank notes and them pesos
I’m straight tho
You could tell that bitch I got way more
Wait tho, stay low
Grindin’ out for them bank notes and them pesos
I’m straight tho
You could tell that bitch I got way more
[Chorus: Devon Culbert]
Way more, I got way more
I got way more
Way more, I got way more
Way more in store, way more
Way more, I got way more
You could tell that bitch I got way more
Way more, I got way more
Way more in store, way more
[Verse 2: Isaiah G]
Waymore, got ‘em trippin’ over claymores
Tryna blow up quick I gotta pray for it
On that Haley Joel I gotta pay forward
I should save more but I'm splurgin’
Change the tide like the detergent
Y’all just tryna save some lives I been a surgeon
Y’all just keep it 85, I been on perfect, niggas surface
From the circus with these freak hoes
Deep breath for these free throws
Tryna push my buttons like some cheat codes
Hoe you couldn't button up my peacoat
You just kneeled over, hoe you Tebow
Tryna put it all on ya savior
Ain't a G alive like Isaiah
A… AP, diamond gang be, mobbing daily, robbing, wait wait
JK, we just take they, AK, blow a 8th when we Pele, or
Go on a odyssey, honestly, I just see, prophecies, peep yo astrology
Flow keep it tighter than Robin jeans
I ain't know rebound bitch I'm Rodman I'll grab on yo collar g
We rappin’ in college, just tryna make collard greens
Peep the economy, this shit is insanity
I'm never gonna sign a thing, I'mma live for the best fuck designer things
We gon’ win all these AAP diamond rings
And it's way more to come, way more to run
Went to school saved by the bell you got saved by them guns, saved by the bums
Say I'm not the one, I say I'm number one
I sit atop this cliff, I think I'm finna jump
[Chorus: Devon Culbert]
Way more, I got way more
I got way more
Way more, I got way more
Way more in store, way more
Way more, I got way more
You could tell that bitch I got way more
Way more, I got way more
Way more in store, way more