[Intro]
Tip-top no tiptoe I'm a stepper (Yeah)
(Kofi)
(Yeah, fuck that shit)

[Chorus]
You got away with that shit in the past, but that shit ain't flying no more
I got like 48 songs in the stash, a n***a ain't trying no more
I fucked it once and I called her a groupie, a n***a ain't lying no more
They caught my big homie doing the dash, my n***a ain't driving no more
Some n***as think they can play with the kid, a n***a ain't playing no more
I gave 'em the drop and I gave 'em the sticks, my n***as ain't saying no more
All of my yg's they worshipping thugs, my n***as ain't praying no more
We used to pay to get up in the club, my n***as ain't paying no more

[Verse 1]
She wanna fuck with the kid 'cause I'm popping, I told the shordiе get off me (Ew)
Columbian shordie shе calling me papi, name in her mouth like its Toffee
Shordie she built like a horse of course, but she ride my shit like a jockey
I'm doing 320k in a Porsche I'm feeling like no one can stop me

[Chorus]
You got away with that shit in the past, but that shit ain't flying no more
I got like 48 songs in the stash, a n***a ain't trying no more
I fucked it once and I called her a groupie, a n***a ain't lying no more
They caught my big homie doing the dash, my n***a ain't driving no more
Some n***as think they can play with the kid, a n***a ain't playing no more
I gave 'em the drop and I gave 'em the sticks, my n***as ain't saying no more
All of my yg's they worshipping thugs, my n***as ain't praying no more
We used to pay to get up in the club, my n***as ain't paying no more (Ay, ay)

[Verse 2]
That boy was a shit talker, now he can't even talk
That n***a say he a walker, now he can't even walk
How you say you're from the ends, when I ain't seen you on the block
I been riding with them shottas, I don't even need a Glock
On the block with the gang all day
We been throwing long shots no treys
In the SRT no brakes
3 bills on the dash no plates
Ballin out no court no dates
Glo drew no face no case
I fuck with shordie 'cause shordie a dime, but she gotta know her place
[Chorus]
You got away with that shit in the past, but that shit ain't flying no more
I got like 48 songs in the stash, a n***a ain't trying no more
I fucked it once and I called her a groupie, a n***a ain't lying no more
They caught my big homie doing the dash, my n***a ain't driving no more
Some n***as think they can play with the kid, a n***a ain't playing no more
I gave 'em the drop and I gave 'em the sticks, my n***as ain't saying no more
All of my yg's they worshipping thugs, my n***as ain't praying no more
We used to pay to get up in the club, my n***as ain't paying no more (Ay, ay)