Ayy
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Alright, lemme go in
(Kyle, you made that?)
Whoah, ayy, I might need a raise
I might need percentage from these boys that took my wave
My face is her inspo, she got all my pictures saved
Local boys they talk shit 'bout me every single day
Pop out at your function, 20 deep I'm like, "Olé"
Gotta lay my low, you know the boys in blue don't play
Label fuckin' wit my money, I be on the way
Bat to your whole office like I'm O-O-O-O'Shea
O-o-o-okay, I got room to play around
I know you snitched on your homie, I know you ain't stayin' down
Know my city stay the truest, but some dudes be fakin' clowns
Thumbs is runnin' but in public, bitchboy, you ain't makin' a sound
I ain't hear a peep, been understood the streets
And if I got some shit to talk though, I don't say it through my teeth
I salute the underground, but don't salute the underneath
They ain't stuntin', they ain't buggin', they ain't nothin' on me
I work all winter on me, I work all summer on me
Comin' through stuntin'
Old school buckin' two hoes while I'm puffin' OG
Dress chilled 'cause I'm ruffed lowkey
My threads stay rugged only
You wore the same fit as I did, but that shit look tougher on me
One second I
Gotta keep my silverware, there's way too many snakes
Gotta peace of mind, I had to give 'em what they take
They want to take the prize from me, but they ain't on a shape
They be silent, when they see me I ain't phased
I say
Whoah, ayy, I might need a raise
I might need percentage from these boys that took my wave
My face is her inspo, she got all my pictures saved
Local boys they talk shit 'bout me every single day
Pop out at your function, 20 deep I'm like, "Olé"
Gotta lay my low, you know the boys in blue don't play
Label fuckin' wit my money, I be on the way
Bat to your whole office like I'm O-O-O-O'Shea
Yo, this is B1GJuice
Checkin' in with the homie Russell
Brampton stand the fuck up
It's 905 to the world, baby
Let's get it