Aye
Aye, keep this shit 500 nigga
Hoe dats Veno, aye
Ain't no checking in with me, bitch the bank closed
She in my pockets, she ain't never felt a bank roll
Her boyfriend salty, heard he speaking on my name though
But I got shooters ready to pull it if I say so
You the type to gas these hoes, I don't believe the hype
Had to unblock her from the gram, she gon' see me shine
Bitch I had to stretch a penny, now I need a dime
Oh she offering some pussy, I just need her mind
They ain't wanna see us up when we was down on our ass
I couldn't even pay the rent cuz I was down to my last
I had to get up out my comfort and go get to a bag
My Momma say you gotta chill out son, you living too fast
Momma I can't let it slip, I got it right in my hands
Stay protected, 40 cal, it's sitting right in my pants
If they think that I'm gon' flop, I be like bitch, ain't no chance
And if I don't think she special, she get dick no romance
(Ugh) I might freestyle on the beat
I might just call up a freak
She give me top to the beat
Aye, HoeDatsVenoAye
I need the chips like Frito-Lay's, bitch you got a price to pay
Big dog status, so don't treat me like no little man
All I need is money and respect, yeah I'm a simple man
In that all black Beamer banging Pac up out the window man
You gon' make me turn into a savage if you keep on playing
Make his eyes black and now he thinking that he Will.i.am
You better come get your mans, before you have to lift his bed
You ain't got no fans, boy you barely got a ceiling fan
She like Veno, you think you the shit and I say bitch, I am
Back to back with niggas, had me feeling like it's Drake and Meek
Homies that was close to me, they started to hate on me
Bitches from back then was sleeping, now they wanna lay with me
Knew that I would stunt on that lil bitch, I couldn't wait to see
I ball like Lamar Jackson
These niggas ball cappin
Don't speak, we all action
We came to win like its March Madness
Ugh, heard a nigga want smoke like some ganja
I ain't worried, I hang with some monsters
Straighten up or I'm changing your posture
I need franks, I ain't talking Sinatra
Ugh, let's go, yeah
And I been the same since you met me
Only thing really changed was the fetti
Hit that gas on these hoes like Andretti
Gotta watch for the snakes, they be deadly
Her pussy was mid call her Reggie
I need that cake like Little Debbie
Count it backwards like Lil Phat and Webbie
My shorty be acting so petty
I said fuck it and bought her a pedi
What's on my waist, only thing to protect me
Don't mean I'm thuggin, that's how they project me
(Shh) ugh, yeah
Bitch, I bet I die a legend
I'm a king, not a peasant
500 Got the pressure, ugh
That's it