In The Back

Uh, yeah, uh In the back, uh Thinking 'bout a vert, I'm scheming I could spend yo rent Up on a shirt from Neimans You fucking crazy If you think That you can hurt the demon Yeah, that's just fucking stupid Talking 'bout my bro You taking crazy, I might fucking lose it All these lames they tryna steal the style No I ain't fucking cool with You type to say a thousand things But never get off ya ass and do it Me I just get to the bag I be working I get up and go get a check Thinking 'bout what should I get Cause I might just go run in and tat up my neck Bitch we be high as the birds in the sky Yeah we prolly as high as a jet Lil' bro was talking like he finna run up for years But ain't trying it yet I just be watching the bag I just be watching my enemies When I do I gotta look back That's cause they never ahead of me Eating that top shelf steak Yeah I'm with the dogs but we don't eat no Pedigree People be talking shit but they irrelevant So I just gotta go let it be Diamonds on my neck The tester beep but they ain't testing me Bitch I'm getting the bag I'm getting that money That's what they pressed to see You a whole lame Why would I care if you think less of me Don't send subs you taking shit I want the shit addressed to me Bitch I get checks, on me Like Shia Labeouf, I just do it like Nike I do my own shit right by my damn self Don't need nobody to hype me I'll be myself 'till I die Don't give a fuck if you like me Don't give a fuck 'bout a hypebeast Walk out in white tees, fresher than iced tea They say Soko you in yo bag I said bitch I might be I don't need no hoes I got a girl with me she wifey None of my diamonds is SI They very very slightly You cannot do what I do, don't know why That they try to be like me You take a L and then you cry I take an L and I learn from it I got Aoud Vanille on me, yeah It smell like I burned something Yeah, whole gang be masked up Yeah, like we finna purge some Uh, you say you got some hits Uh, why I never heard one You say you got blicks tryna act hard Sending emojis of squirt guns Uh, bitch we got them shits That make the whole herd run I just go hop in my bag, I be killing the beat Yeah I gotta get work done I done lapped you like eight times And you still on yo first one Bitch I'm in the SRT I be whipping it too fast I don't wanna hear yo songs That shit be too ass They can't fuck with me, no way But I already knew that You taking shit 'bout me I just got one question who asked You was whipping that shitty ass hooptie I was in the SRT and I flew past I just be shitting on them all day Yeah, they ask why you do that Finna get up and blow a bag right on my gang Yeah, where my crew at Said that I won't go up and I won't shit on you Lil' bro that's too cap I would tell you you ain't on shit But you already knew that Said that you finna pull up I got two words for you, uh, you cap I'm feeling just like my bro Anthony Just walked in with like two straps Big ass chop that bitch got kick You might get blew back