Always on my grind and yet they still talk shit
I give bitches all my time and yet they still talk shit
I'm livin' inside a dream and yet they still talk shit
Nothings ever what it seems and yeah they still talk shit
Get up, yeah, they still talk shit
Hatin' on my golden wrist and even hatin' on my whips but
Karma is a bitch and your vibes are always wrong
I'll give it another week and your bitch will sing my song
Sayin'
Hold up, I don't wanna talk about it
I just want to be about it
If you know what it is then you got to be givin' it up
Givin' it up for me
Runnin' your mouth like a full time job
Wait, hold up, you ain't got no job
You're a fucking slob
Im a stay on top
And this shit don't stop
You can suck my cock
No matter where I go im a drop that flame
Flyin' over your country I dont play that game
You can be a fucking hater but that shits insane
Before this is done, you're gonna know my name
Put your hands up
If this is your fuckin' anthem
At this time next year ill be cruisin' in my Phantom
You should watch your back because your bitch told me im handsome
I said 'shut the fuck up, listen to my song and put your hands up'
Runnin' your mouth, go and put up a front
Ima kick back and roll up a blunt
Hittin' marijuana solid don't ruin the bud
Im a bad motherfucker and you just a nun
Up on my hustle, yeah I love to grind
Hatin' cause you're basic, get in the line
Ask me a question, I won't decline
[?] dollar sign
Fuckin' crazy how life works sometimes, its like no matter what you do, people are still gonna talk shit
Fuck them