Album: Her Loss (2022)
Charted: 4
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  • Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa

    I had to cut some niggas off, they didn't mean me no good
    I come from the ghetto, so my trunk is in my hood
    She wouldn't wear no panties 'round me even if she could
    Gave out plenty spankings 'til they got it understood
    Fuck the nosebleeds, baby, come sit on this wood
    If you know it's tension, don't come 'round me like it's good
    I got street smarts and you can't get this out no book
    I can't right my wrongs, but I can still write these hooks
    Oh, time to get exposed
    You ain't been from 'round here, nigga, come get off your show
    Savage said you pussy and he hit it on the nose
    But that board is open, why you actin' like it's closed?
    I don't know
    Y'all be goin' in and out recessions
    The same way that I be goin' in and out of Texas
    Or in and out my sessions, or in and out her best friends
    Or in and out these courtrooms, my lawyer like, "Objection"
    Yeah, whoa, whoa
    All my bitches Spanish, boricua
    Water on my neck, these diamonds came with coral reefer
    She from overseas, I had to buy her a new visa
    Met your wife in Vegas, but I hit her in Ibiza
    She a supermodel, so she only eatin' Caesar
    Used to date a rapper, but he acted like a diva
    Niggas hustlin' backwards, out here ballin' with the reup
    Popped an Adderall, I feel like I can lift a tree up
    Seen too many cameras, so I never lift my ski up (yeah)
    I jump on your song and make you sound like you the feature
    I jump on your song and make a label think they need ya, for real (yeah)

    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)
    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)
    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)
    On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (okay)
    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay, okay)
    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (yeah)
    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)
    All the bullshit

    Damn, maybe I should do a twenty, maybe I should break that twenty, do a ten
    Maybe I should break that ten, do a five, then if it gets live, do a five again
    If he held his tongue on that live, he'd be alive again, damn
    My uncle's sister know she raised a real one, ill one
    It's been thirty minutes, I don't feel nothin'
    Oh shit, wait a minute, think I'm startin' to feel somethin'
    Where you get this motherfuckin' pill from?
    Heard they got some sanctions on my name
    Heard they plottin' on my name, heard they bankin' on my name
    I got Lita in this bitch and he might spank it on a lane
    I'm just- what? In the cut, throwin' Franklins on her frame
    I'm a- ayy, I'm a gentleman, I'm generous
    I blow a half a million on you hoes, I'm a feminist
    I never put no prices on the beef until we end this shit
    I pay a half a million for his soul, he my nemesis

    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)
    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)
    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)
    On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (okay)
    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay, okay)
    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (yeah)
    On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay)
    All the bullshit

    Nah, I'm on, it's midnight, I don't care
    Nothing's happening on a Wednesday, I don't care, I'm on
    I'm looking for the smoke
    This guy sitting front row, man, poof, who needs that?
    Let me put my window down, I need fresh air
    We don't want that, we want bars
    The reason why we listen to 21 and The Boy
    That's what we do in Paris, we don't do Fashion Week
    Fashion Week, it's for the last decade, it's not for us
    It's about the lights, the lights that we put on in the city
    The lights of the Eiffel Tower
    I'm in charge of it, I'm the one who's putting it on every day
    And you try to flex next, next to me on the red light with your ugly
    Whatever, flexing, most expensive car, V12
    I drive a four-cylinder, I come from nothing but I'm doing something
    And you cannot catch my drive
    As fast as you try to go, you will never catch me, man
    There is only one way, and this way I'm driving, nobody can do it
    I'm Birdman, that's who I am
    In Paris
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