Released on August 20, 2021

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[Intro]

(R-R-R-Remedy)

Yeah


[Verse 1]

Don't jump at nothin' you can't handle

Bitch, you bad as fuck with no standards

Bro, he tryna clean a nigga top, too much dandruff

They said he spiced up, get alert, no AMBER

Any nigga tuckin' in they chains is no-factors

I just bought my bitch some earrings, I'm romantic

I can hop inside the AMG, I go faster

I don't even run the Instagram, they gon' amp it

Niggas always talkin' 'til we see 'em, no static

I'ma keep sayin' I need a mil', it's gon' happen

Bitch, you let the lights go to your head, you so average

Show them people how you really live, you so plastic

Yeah, I know I'm known, but baby, please, no cameras

I could put you on that big screen, no plasma

City College, I was doin' scams on campus (Yeah)

The last nigga triеd to put on a show and got canceled


[Chorus]

Bitch, you know I really bе with thugs, no rappers

I can pass lil' bro the wop, he gon' stamp you

Playin' with some chicken, wrap up, she gon' trap you

I just put eighty around my neck, it's no acting

I been doin' numbers on the road, no basket

Niggas wanna see you in a suit with no casket

I can really post up on the block in high fashion

Bitch already know we keep straps, so stop askin'


[Verse 2]

Ayy, calm down with all that cappin', nigga

Bitch, you wanna leave, go be happy

I can still knock the baddest bitch, hair nappy

They wonder why a nigga last this long, I'm just scrappy, yeah

Tell me where that bag, I secure it

Baby love my swag, my appearance

Brother, he just hit his last lick in some Amiris

Bitches love to do everything but be a parent

I can really talk that bag talk, it's transparent

Yeah, I'm really him, so get a grip and stop starin'

Brother say he want that big boy McLaren

That love shit over once a nigga stop carin'

Twenty-band night, I just had a good evening

What's that in the stash? Got enough for ten seasons

Really I can't make this shit up, keep GG

It can really happen any moment, so sleazy


[Chorus]

Bitch, you know I really be with thugs, no rappers

I can pass lil' bro the wop, he gon' stamp you

Playin' with some chicken, wrap up, she gon' trap you

I just put eighty around my neck, it's no acting

I been doin' numbers on the road, no basket

Niggas wanna see you in a suit with no casket

I can really post up on the block in high fashion

Bitch already know we keep straps, so stop askin'