tiLLie - not ready

(The thing is, I don't really like you anymore)

What?
Look, I'm in that truck
I got a bag, they hating
I really don't give a fuck
Yeah, she hitting my line and she waiting, I'm finna tell her wassup
Yeah, know what's in the cup
My niggas done dirtied the cup

Talk on my gang and we sliding
We really ain't like playing that
T-T-Talk to my wrist, you see it's shining
Ain't even give you a chance
I was taught to get bands, I see an advance
I'm stacking my bread with the cheese
It's time to get racks, I run to the bag
I put some Garçons right over my tee

And life ain't the same, I pray on my knees
And I ain't the same when I'm off the bean
And I go insane when I'm off the lean
And my flow insane when I'm on the beat
My shooter insane, he came with the heat
He go for the brain, he make that boy freeze
I'm catching a stain with blood on my jeans

But look
Double-G gang, I'm getting and getting
Run up a cheque, you can see what I'm getting
Big ass face on the watch, Armaggedon
Double-V pendant
I got like ten on my shoes so I'm guessing you know how I'm steppin'
I got some red on the jacket and blood on the boots
So you really know what I been reppin'

AMG too big, getting too heavy
Send shots out the coupé, not a muhfucking Chevy
This an African stick and it's muhfucking deadly
This a Rick Owens fit, you know they not ready
They focused on clout, I'm getting the fetti
Sh-She finna give me that WAP like Fetty

They know I get to the bag, I run to the racks
I'm tryna run up these digits
You know that they going out sad, they going out bad
Ay, they mad that I'm winning

Margiela my fit, just listen
Yellow diamonds on my wrist, they pissing
I put on Rosetta stones and they glisten
Fuck on a yellowbone and dismiss her
Fuck on her best friend now we twinning
Fuck on her best friend now

Written by:
Kgotso Bomvana

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