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[Chorus: Pusha T & Baby Keem]

...can’t pay me to stop, uh (Uh)
My God at the top, oh (Bop, bitch)

[Verse: Baby Keem]
Ya mama smoke crack while you studied division?
Your uncle ever stole from you, day after Christmas? (Uh)
Seen both of those in the county jail visits (Uh)
The first and the fifteenth, the only religion (Uh)
Noodles in the microwave, shark tank tidal wave
Grandma shootin' n***as, blood on the highway
Crosses on the dashboard, you just want a platform
I wanna take everything that I ask for
Catch me a body, I'll put that on anybody but my mama (Sheesh)
She showin' a pattern for certain
I think it's white panties and minimal condoms (Sheesh)
I'm into the movies, I'm into the shit that be making the magic (Ayy, ayy)
I might just go put me and Ye and go buy all the churches so I don't got taxеs (Ayy)
Jack of all trades, got money out the way
Put my hеart in the faith, I'm good, love (Let's go)
Cousin in the courts, heard he jumped off the porch
Turn a brick to a Porsche, I'm good, love (Let's go)
Catch us, you know I'm gon' rack up (Let's go)
I need the advance and the equity to match up (Let's go)
The engineer dead if the drive don't back up (Let's go)
These words come of God, you could never outrap us
Nowadays, gotta walk cautious, ayy
Nowadays, I'm a new prophet, ayy
Game dead, no autopsy, ayy
City girl with they new hobby, hah
Catch a body, put the Prada in the ta-da (Ta-da)
N***a 'boutta get some pussy, give me five (Give me five)
Gun dirty, got the thirty in the purse, purse (purse, purse)
Tight bitch, put a perky in her salad
I gotta pray for the basic, ayy
I never seen Steve Lacy wear shoelaces
That n***a not tasteless
You never had new Louie, you ain't even taste it (Skrrr)
I'm still in the cut
I'm still in the cut with my do-o-ogs (Fuck)
You still ain't know what (Fuck)
You jacking the cadence, you no-o-ot dumb
R-I-P, part of my people
I'm proud of my people, I'm proud of my dawgs (Woof)
My ex got a beamer, she want me to see it (Offset)
I still ain't gon' see it, like, okay
I love when they ratchet, I don't wear a Patek
I still do the watches the old way
She think I'm conceited, I'm thinkin' 'bout cheatin'
I don't do the flowers or roleplay
I'm twenty years old, lookin' at twenty million
This money don't come with a probate
They send me ten records like no way (Ayy)
I got this shit brackin' in four days
Four eyes, four eyes, two eyes (Ayy, ayy)
Switch sides, n***a be fresh out (Ayy)
Suicide doors, I suicide, suicide (Ayy, ayy)
Lambo body, who gon' stop me? (Ayy)
Baby Keem is too wild
Function at the temple
Jesus pieces in the luau
Baby Keem is too wild
God be the source
When I [?] gonna be the Hollywood [?] (Lil' bitch)
Summers with them bitches in New York (Lil' bitch)
I got ten bitches in New York (Lil' bitch)
[?] just to see how you react (Lil' bitch)
[?] Quavo this shit back (Lil' bitch)
Paparazzi know where you at (Lil' bitch)
Parents never know where you at (Lil' bitch)
Let's get right
Let's get right (Yah, you get me?)
Let's get right (Do you get me?)
Let's get right
I don't know you, you, you, you, let's get right
I don't know you, you, you, you, let's get right (Huh)
All of my n***as on Channel 5
I don't channel ten 'til it go time
Used to throw up my uncle's spaghetti
Been told to tote since before I was ready
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