Yeah, that bitch Y2K, yeah, she got a blog
Every time they see me, they screaming, "PAWG"
I got a bag just by singing that song
I ain't no kid fucker, don't get me wrong
Came from the back, imma empty the glock
Wait, wait, wait, hold up
Play that shit again
Yeah, that bitch Y2K, yeah, she got a blog
Every time they see me, they screaming, "PAWG"
I got a bag just by singing that song
I ain't no kid fucker, don't get me wrong
Came from the back, imma empty the glock
Bitch I stay hungry, I feel like The Rock
Stacking this money all over my plate, I even got Gucci all on my sock
They tryna be like this, like that, while I'm just tryna make bands
Back then I was in a Honda, now I just copped a new Benz
I'm in my crib in Dubai, I be chilling
Leave a opp, cause Peach says why are you trippin'
Drinking Coca Cola
No, I ain't leaning
My drink was dirty, so I had to clean it
Yeah, lay back
Driving in a Maybach
Walk in the bank with a M16
They foreign, no bitch we never lack
You're saying that I'm an alien
Guess I'm too high for this motherfuckin' planet
Yeah, imma go make a few billions
Then imma rocket my way out the planet
Yeah, that bitch Y2K, yeah, she got a blog
Every time they see me, they screaming, "PAWG"
I got a bag just by singing that song
I ain't no kid fucker, don't get me wrong
Came from the back, imma empty the glock
Bitch I stay hungry, I feel like The Rock
Stacking this money all over my plate, I even got Gucci all on my sock
Yeah, that bitch Y2K, yeah, she got a blog
Every time they see me, they screaming, "PAWG"
I got a bag just by singing that song
I ain't no kid fucker, don't get me wrong
Came from the back, imma empty the glock
Bitch I stay hungry, I feel like The Rock
Stacking this money all over my plate, I even got Gucci all on my sock
Sippin' on wok, I'm stuck in a dream, she wanna be like me
All of my brothers, they rocking Supreme, they wanna be hype-beasts
But not me though
I got the money we rock it, oh
I got a glock and it came with a scope
Yeah, glock came with a beam
FUCKIN' THAT BITCH AND I FUCK ON HER SPLEEN
FUCKIN' THAT BITCH AND I FUCK ON HER TEAM
FUCK THAT BITCH, I JUST WANT GREEN
FUCK THAT BITCH, GET BANDS OVERSEAS
FUCK THAT BITCH, SHE WANT MY MEAT
FUCK THAT BITCH, SHE FOR THE TEAM
FUCK THAT BITCH, SHE AIN'T ON ME
YEAH, SHE AIN'T ON NOTHIN'
Like a fat bitch, pull up with the Rolls
Choppa hit you in the head, now he got no pulse
Choppa hit you and you dead, yeah, you is a foe
Sippin' all of this lean, yeah, it's taking a toll on me (Lean gut, ha)
Yeah, that bitch Y2K, yeah, she got a blog
Every time they see me, they screaming, "PAWG"
I got a bag just by singing that song
I ain't no kid fucker, don't get me wrong
Came from the back, imma empty the glock
Bitch I stay hungry, I feel like The Rock
Stacking this money all over my plate, I even got Gucci all on my sock