[Intro]

Yeah (I grew up fire, grew up fire)

Uh

[Verse 1]

Bitch, get off my phone, what you did for me?

That dumb shit, it ain’t making you money

I’m not saying shit, trying to be funny

It come out my lip, it’s about getting money

Tell the label "Eat dick, I need advance"

I already got five pair' of Amiri pants

Bitch, I’m gon' sleep with my chain on

I don’t trust these hoes, like grandma raised me

These bitches bad as shit and lazy

With my white ones on, look like Patrick Swayze

[Interlude: RXKNephew and Side Bitch]

Hello?

(Suck a big ass dick)

You said huh? (Suck a big ass dick, that’s what)

That’s how you feel? (Yeah)

You ain’t even got a dick, I’m the one that got the dick

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[Unintelligible]

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Aight, I’m in the studio right now, you hеard, you can call me and curse me out latеr?

(No, I’m not calling you)

Uh, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

Get off my phone with that dumb shit, bitch

You ain’t know what they call me? Been Balling, bitch

Been balling, been balling, baby

Been ballin', can’t call it, baby (Been Ballin')

Not your father, baby, ballin'

To the auction, baby

Been ballin', not ‘bout to ball on you (Been Balling)

Chrome Heart cost your rent

Talk to me, better make some sense

Get off my live with that clout chasing shit

You know my name, baby, Been Ballin'

Yeah, yeah, Been Ballin'

Yeah

These rap niggas eating dick

The producers be eating dick

They must not heard "I Forgot The Beat"

I’m King Von on them Atlanta streets

Hit that Pyrex with the 30-piece

You ain’t putting in no work, not getting the P’s

Glock boom, make them skip to the beat

Bitch, I can’t even make a love song in peace

All my side bitch wanna do is beef

Don’t make my other bitch come and beat yo ass up

She like Rachael Ray when she cooking up

Bitch talm’ about book her a flight

That defeat the purpose that you strip at night

Bitch, I ain’t never meet my crib tonight

Please get from ’round me, I am not with domestic

That domestic price is not domestic violence

For my birthday, want a Glock with a silencer

Glock sound like Donnie Thornberry

White ones fresher than Debbie Thornberry

Momma talm’ about, "I’m proud of you son"

Be happy I ain’t get killed, shut the fuck up

One man army, that’s how I came up

American Tterroristt, coulda did another one

Every rap I spit be harder than these beats

Glocks sound like BossUp on the beats

American Tterroristt was a beat placement

Swear to God, I don’t even know how he got my email

I looked out for BossUp, rapped on his song

I got his ass put on the radio

He broke, home, making beats in the basement

He seen me buy an Audi, drive that bitch to Cali

Had these Amiris on bout five days

Ain’t even fuck my bitch when I get off the plane

Feel like I got COVID from the Za

Donald Trump ain’t here, I don’t read the paper

[Bridge]

Pandemic over, bitch you broke as hell

Nephew going up, bitch tell me something new

Bout to turn the engineer, put it on loop

Got some more shit to say, yes, I do

I'mma rap my ass off every time

I'mma trap my ass off every time

[Verse]

Glock shake that ass every time

Used to pop Xan, couldn’t sleep at night

Pap in the Beamer, still getting money

They broke as shit, I’m still getting money

I hope Xanman read the paper

I ain’t from D.C., but I’m in the paper

Put me in the paper like Wayne Perry

I done bodied over four hunnid songs

Shy Glizzy couldn’t even did that

My chain don’t say CMG

I had rock 'fore PNB

Chain bigger than 1017

Kick rocks, I’m trying to kick these beans

Brodie still tryna kick the lean

Bitch can’t even cook for me

Walk in, shit more than Lil Reese

She like, "What the hell you did all week?"

This stomach hurt, stomach on Eid

Broke the bank times seventeen

Jumped off the porch before seventeen

"Neph, you shagged it", wasn’t me

Beat the pot with the left like Butterbean

Got the two-tone Glock with a custom beam

Bitch ain’t eating dick, get the fuck from me

She like, "Calm down Neph, what the fuck in them beans?"

Bitch, free my dog out the goddamn bean

On my own account, I work for myself

I owe you what, your mental health

I should call them people and admit you to mental health

As a friend I'mma tell you, you need help

Suicide for the weak, don’t kill yourself

In some situations, you should kill yourself

Can’t help you, you don’t want help yourself

You broke as shit, and don’t know nothing about wealth

I'mma die a legend, they don’t know about that

Dying for my hood, they don’t know about that

They ain’t got a hood and they can’t go back

I got a hood, and I can go back

Put two pounds on your head and get you killed

Get a nigga killed who I used to be cool with

Feeling like Boosie when he beat that murder

RondoNumbaNine with a little burner

Nephew take your fall, I’m about to go first

Told you my bags look like Mondo Burgers

They broke as shit and never heard of us

Look dumb and goofy, look like Klass Murda

Why the hell they put Pooh Shiesty on a drill beat?

That’s the dumbest shit I seen last year

They seen what I did to get here

2022, new Peter Gunz

Told my bitch I ain’t gonna get caught cheating

Not Trey Songz, R. Kelly or The Weeknd

You not even eating, so what are you chewing?

You not getting money, so what is you doing?

You’re not selling pussy, then what is you selling?

You didn’t come with me, so why is you jealous?

Tell your brother fall back, he ain’t getting shit

Bitch, I got a Justice League wrist

I slide through that bitch, look like Shawn Kemp

Two-tone Glocks, Tupac, Above the Rim

He say what he want, that’s why they fuck with him

He look like a clown with them custom Timbs

They like, "Drop American Tterroristt Pt.2"

Bet you BossUp won’t make that beat

BossUp ain’t like ‘I Forgot The Beat’

I ain’t bout to pay you for beats with samples in it

How you sample Marvin Gaye and try to sell it?

How you sample Motown and try to sell it?

Just 'cause they die, you can’t still sell it

I’m not ‘bout to buy, can’t make no money from it

Do not monetize this on YouTube

I rather monetize me a beat placement

Beat placements make way better beats

R2 analogue around, I cheat

They like “Damn, he got unlimited health”

I'mma drink this Henny 'til I kill myself

I said I'mma quit, but I lied

Bitch just tried to argue on my live

Ain’t no Henny or Charlotte, I’m drinking Ciroc

Might go home with that thot

Took her downtown to a bougie spot

It cost a zip of Za, she thought it was bougie

Bitch, I can pay a band for a steak

Bitch got Family Dollar plates

You one cheap ass bitch, Dollar Tree furniture

Bitch, that lamp cost 20 dollars

It’s a futon, stop calling it a couch

Do you hear that stupid shit coming out your mouth?

Big Neph got smoke like he Lil Mouse

It’s an apartment, stop calling it your house

Walk in with a cigarette in the bitch house

Been Balling here, ashes on your couch

Bitch wan’ be in my live getting clout

Put my white ones on and walk out

Four-O outside, no engine light

Your baby daddy got an engine light

She like, "How you know that? You don’t even know him"

You right, but this 5.56 will fold him

That’s a fucking fact, it is not an opinion

Fucking bullets the size of minions

They say Neph earned it, he earned the privileged

So many fucking blogs, put me in Guinness

I’m bout to jump on the phone and roll the stove

Tell ‘em I drink way more than Stone Cold

I might step in the ring with a robe

I’m never the type to wear Jabos

I’m True Religion Rob and I’m not that old

Bitch, I came up stealing out of stores

I never bought from Marshalls, I only stole

I ain’t go to school, bitch, I used the stove

I ain’t work for Wendy’s or McD’s

Ain’t get unemployment or PPP

The same nigga who did the PPP

Right now, he need another PPP

The same nigga with no GED

Might tat my face like Slump Mask, Ski

Got a fork in my hand like Hercules

They can say what they want, but they ain’t hurting me

Niggas praying another pandemic come

Get off my phone, go put some work in

Go make some shirts, get some merch, then

Go sell these pounds, find somebody to purchase

All big Neph gon do is keep it tall

These niggas bite they nails, chin, and all

Glock hit yo ass like some draws

These niggas move like a bunch of bots

I can sign a deal tomorrow if I want

Hang on your percentage, none

They want my bitch like Big Pun

Really Shawty Lo, done-done it all

Told a thot, "Get you what you want"

Pull over and sleep at the Super 8 Inn

At the Waffle House, got an All-Star plate

She want to go to Atlanta to stay

Bitch, I know why you wanna go to Atlanta

Same reason my last bitch came to Atlanta

Bitch, I’d rather be fresh at the strip club

Y'all gon be in Texas, washed up

She like, "Damn, Neph', when the song gon’ end?"

Bitch, when the fuck the prologue gon’ end

Them your friends? We all can’t go in

Tell them hoes fall back, they ain’t hittin’ my Henny

Look like Johnny Black shell on Jenny

Punch a bitch teeth out, she thought she was Chrissy

Look like a gorilla pimp from the fifties

Bitch, I’ll slap a bitch back to the sixties

Make a bitch hood turn into Malaysians

Make a bitch disappear when the K spit

My left wrist look like Flight 370

I fall off the map like Flight 370

They say I got something to do with Flight 370

Where the fuck is them folks from Flight 370?

Where them bodies at from Flight 370?

Auntie been smoking crack since the ‘70s

Grandma was born 1953

She said she ain’t seen nobody with all the fiends

Grandma said Frank Lucas ain’t do it like me

I believe Grandma when she believe me

Grandma had seventeen grandkids

Nephew got eighteen crackheads

Bitch I’m out there 'til the pack dead

How the hell they talm ‘bout new COVID?

I jump on the flight thinking I got COVID

Bitch talm ‘bout a condom, what about COVID?

Fuck a bitch with her mask on

Get some head from a bitch with her mask on

How the fuck that matter? We all gon’ die

Bitch twenty-three, a nurse, her ass died

She tried to tell me ‘bout getting vaccines

Last time I got sick, I drank some Henny

One chit chatters will clear your nostrils up

That ain’t COVID, bitch, that withdrawal

Bitch sweating, I know that withdrawal

Bitch blowing her nose, that’s withdrawal

That ain’t COVID, that’s withdrawal

Bitch coughing, throwing up, that’s withdrawal

Bitch died from dope, they blamed it on COVID

Neph die on Henny, don’t blame it on COVID

Big Neph uppercut the shit out of COVID

They talking about Kollege Kidd died, that was his brother

Niggas doing clout chasing shit with each other

I never go clout chasing with my brother

Out the blue, niggas act like they killing mothers

Let’s talk about niggas with fake war stories

Talkin’ ‘bout how they robbed something at 14

Bitch I robbed some shit at 23

Thirty-three, fifty-five and sixty-three

Lie cheat steal, talm ‘bout ninety-three

Be grimy as I can be, long as I can breathe

Won’t let a bitch do me like Eazy E

Bitch look me in my face, talkin’ ‘bout she clean

Slide through that bitch, like Missy Elliott

Bubble jacket better than Missy Elliott

I think that bitch had a trash bag on

Bitches be sounding like trash bag on it

Glock size of Lil Pump and Smokepurpp

These niggas took the short school bus and went to church

Big Neph gon do this shit for Pop Smoke

How the hell all you niggas sound like Pop Smoke?

Nigga got a fake deep voice like Pop Smoke

Pop Smoke didn’t even really sound like Pop Smoke

Pop Smoke brother said that wasn’t even Pop Smoke

He got cher powder and said he was Pop Smoke

Go harder for Pop Smoke than they do for Pop Smoke

I don’t even think Fivio fuck with Pop Smoke

I'm gon' say what the fuck I want out my lip

More New York hats than a neighbourhood crip

Push up over here, get yo' ass spent

Wave that Glock like Petey Pablo did

My ears ringing, I think they talkin’ bout me

They know I get them killed for talkin’ bout me

Whole career on the line to get you killed

Fuck you, suck my dick, and how you feel

All I hope is Bam get that appeal

I bail 'em out and then get you killed

Don’t ever say, “Neph, take that deal”

I’ll take that deal, buy a hunnid Audis

Tell Empire last night I need advance

Next week we gon’ have that advance

I’m like, "Bitch, I guess I’m signing to Empire"

If I don’t, I ain’t getting the money from Empire

Think I signed the dotted line, he a big liar

I’m not the Caboose, I'm the one in front, top messiah

Yall gon’ have to kill me like y'all did Pop Smoke

Ima have a Glock, bitch, I'm not Pop Smoke

I wake up like Max B, ready to go

Niggas sit in salons, and they paint nails

I hate a bougie bitch acting fake

Bitch got steak 'cause I ordered steak

Bitch don’t even know how to cut the steak

My Timbs on a bitch coffee plate

Jump in a bitch bed with my Moncler on

She like “God damn, you ain’t gon’ take it off?”

Hell nah, bitch, I ain’t wifey material

Withdrawal, ate a bowl of cereal

Walk in masked up, Rey Mysterio

I don’t wanna bump Lil Durk out the stereo

Pull up with a Two Tone Glock

They like damn, you love two-tones a lot

These bitches be two-tone with two faces

Two Tone Tuff Two go to racing

Two Tone Tuff Tony always coming by

Wrist in the pot like Look at him, mate

They tryna to book me for shows in Australia

They know I'm the hood version Kangaroo Jack

Gunna last album was wack

I ain’t even listen to it, but I think it’s wack

I’m still mad about him talking to twelve

If he explain it, I’ll prolly give it a spin

Fuck your Rollie, talk about what you did

For the right price, I could fuck any bitch

I told my bitch I know you could be gone

She looking at me like I said something wrong

He got more money than me, you could be gone

Need to focus on my money, get on

You talkin' ‘bout dogs in a nice house

But got not one plan to get that house

I don’t got a loan, bitch, I made that

I'mma go spend it, 'cause I made that

I broke the bank, went and bought all clothes

Like a dumb nigga with a deal and all four

It's my life, bitch, I want it all

I get pulled over with the Glock and all

If they try to search me, I woulda spun

Deuce five size a big Cliffray

Walk in that bitch like “Back up, bitch”

Always got the glick when I walk up, bitch

All these interviews, I’m going AR-AB

I'm starting to see why AR-AB did it

Tell a bitch nigga I’ll get you killed

You ain’t did what I did, you can get killed

Set a nigga up, I was cool and get him killed

I’m going Bishop, killing all my friends

They like “God damn, Neph, what he did?”

I'm really GTA, ain’t the six

I came up on pork fried rice from Kibs

Me and unc' ride around in the caravan

Unc when the hell them percs gon come?

In the driveway, bout to beat unc' up

Neph outside anytime the script come

Bitch didn’t pay this shirt lip up

Unc lip sucking like get some

Boy, don’t get a Glock, go get one

Boy say he got a Glock, ain’t rob nun

I told that bitch, "I don’t got time for this"

I’m not teaching the Bible

I’m not teaching you not to be trifle

I know that you bad and you want your own

You look through my phone, I walk out your life

You want this dick, its a price

Im in the pim, bitch, send me a kite