[Intro]
Ayy, look

[Verse 1]
Labels blowin' up my line, they got me missin' calls
Told her you ain't gotta hit me 'til you lickin' balls
Feel like Xavy F. baby, I be cooler than the mink weather
Make a Coke bottle give me brain 'til I think better
Back up on my shit again, hangin' out wit Benjamin
Franklin got me stankin' in the Lankin talkin' dividends
Look at what we did again
Brought the water, dippin' in
Down in Texas on them elbows where your digits bend
All these n***as pussy, I can smell it through the audio
Lappin' everybody, got me workin' on my cardio
Party over Daddy home, creepin' out the Caty comb
Straight from undеrground I got these mothafuckers mad hе on
I been kick pushin' on my grind since the ProSkate
I don't fuck with n***as, you would figure that I'm pro-hate
Chillin' in the cut like a scab ready to peel n***as
You ain't gotta like it, I promise you gotta deal with us
Used to be friendly, I'm off that and I'm on business
All I been seeing is flawed jewelry and fake digits
So when I tell 'em I'm the coldest, it ain't superstition
Every time you see me, you gon' find me in a new position, n***a
Fuck you mean?
Look
[Chorus]
Ain't had to tell 'em I'm the truth, I think they know it
Don't like to talk about the shit, I like to do it
So while these other n***as hungry goin' through it
You see me thumbin' through these hundreds gettin' to it
Ain't had to tell 'em I'm the truth, I think they know it
Don't like to talk about the shit, I like to do it
So while these other n***as hungry goin' through it
You see me thumbin' through these hundreds gettin' to it

[Verse 2]
I told her "Fuck a fat ass, do you have Meg knees?"
I'ma need that right after the head, please
Bet your bitch leave way before my bread leave
Got 'em Googlin' the caption, tryna see who said these
Tell these hateful mothafuckers I be choosin' love (Do better)
It's the God baby, tell me really who's above?
These n***as washed and always talkin' what it used to was
Meanwhile, I'm raisin' up them digits like the booster club
I'm in my finest hour, hit the shower, fuck her for one
Doin' push-ups, runnin' laps around the comfortable ones
I be coolin', I be chillin', I be fuckin' with fun
But check the trophy case, I can't find nothin' you done
Need Huxstable funds, bitch, you either with it or you in the way
Making money been the play, ain't lookin' for no friend today
I just came to tend the garden, I do not intend to stay
Look you in the eyes and let you know that's what I meant to say, n***a
[Chorus]
Ain't had to tell 'em I'm the truth, I think they know it
Don't like to talk about the shit, I like to do it
So while these other n***as hungry goin' through it
You see me thumbin' through these hundreds gettin' to it
Ain't had to tell 'em I'm the truth, I think they know it
Don't like to talk about the shit, I like to do it
So while these other n***as hungry goin' through it
You see me thumbin' through these hundreds gettin' to it