Yung Bizzle - Stimulus

Oh, I been making you mad, you bringing that hater shit back
Ayy Dos drop that hot shit
Why they wanna pop all that lip when they can't even show you a rack
I just might pop out it been a lil minute
I put that bitch in rotation, I'm getting chicken rotisserie
Oh you had thought you the one, bitch, you ain't none, period
Said she ain't done it before, shit, come get experience
Ain't gotta settle for credit, if I do then my face is Experian
I shop with the China man, he give me bubbas, these baggies is immigrant
My life is a cinema, they need to film me the way I be killing it
The way I be workin my wrist, it's feelin' free like the stimulus
Two doors on the coupe, I got them in rows of fours
She wanna roll for sure, I'm knocking it down like a bowling ball
I need the one, yeah, the one with the nose for sure
Must've thought you the one, ain't know you was over for
I got a gun, I got a blicky
Cause I be knowing, shit can get sticky
Cause I be knowing, shit can get tricky
Bitch I'm the Hefner, how you gon' trick me
Bitch, I be poppin my shit like the fish in the grease
You know I get hot like the kitchen
You would just loud while you was doubting the kid
But now all I hear is the crickets
I can go gamble on myself, fuck Fan Duel, cause I'm the ticket
Why the hell your belt be blickin
B.B. Simon on me bippin
Too turned up, go find me ritalin
They don't want me in my rhythm
We can war up like the civil
cus this dog shit on Sza
I just might pop out it been a lil minute
I put that bitch in rotation, I'm getting chicken rotisserie
Oh you had thought you the one, bitch, you ain't none, period
Said she ain't done it before, shit, come get experience
Ain't gotta settle for credit, if I do then my face is Experian
I shop with the China man, he give me bubbas, these baggies is immigrant
My life is a cinema, they need to film me the way I be killing it
The way I be workin my wrist, it's feelin' free like the stimulus
Oh, I been making you mad you bringing that hater shit back
I'd rather go play with a bag for sure
Go hang in the trap
I heard you were dropping some salt on the kid while knowing it's cap
Why they wan pop all that lip when they can't even show you a rack
Two doors on the coupe
I got them in rows and fours
She wanna roll for sure
I'm knocking it down like a bowling ball
Must've thought you the one
Ain't know you was over for

Written by:
Samaad McClellon

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