BashfortheWorld - 50-0

Let's get one thin' straight (first off) bitch (first off)

You don't know me, you knew me
That was three years ago, shawty this the new me
I'm sayin' when you first seen me in a hoopty
Now I whip a Benz with some braids and a Kufi
I'm sayin' but I can't even function 'less I chain smoke
Hopped out of the function, said his chain broke
And he think he flexin' with the same hoes
I get bitches by the bundles like it's Bang Bros

(Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work)
I'm in the play, no audition
I done missed my exit 'cause I'm mixin'
These niggas never listen
Broke and penny pinchin'
Shoppin' when you owe some guap, boy these niggas trippin'
Talkin' when the OG talk, that's some game you missin'
If you never come up, then yo' ass ain't pay attention
I'm sayin lil' bitch 'cause this beat go hard (bitch)
And I'ma go harder, together we the hardest
You a good musician but I'm still a better artist
We could rock the same shit, but I'm the one who start it
I'm sayin lil' bitch
'Cause I came up on Picasso, Piccolo, Pollock
They ain't finna pop up, spit game proper
You is an imposter
You ain't even eatin' 'til the whole team prosper
You wasn't made for this shit ('cause you don't, 'cause you don't)

You don't know me, you knew me
That was three years ago, shawty this the new me
I'm sayin' when you first seen me in a hoopty
Now I whip a Benz with some braids and a Kufi
I'm sayin' but I can't even function 'less I chain smoke
Hopped out of the function, said his chain broke
And he think he flexin' with the same hoes
I get bitches by the bundles like it's Bang Bros

I don't give no fucks
I can't even spell trust
You can thank my old hoes for movin' fake and actin' sus
And just in case you listen, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout us
Let me let you know what's up
I hope your best friend and your man get to fuck
I hope you bet a thousand and your dealer roll a flush
Hope your son hit the draft then get dropped 'cause he a bust
I hope some niggas shootin' but yo' ass forget to duck
'Cause the only thing that's worse than wastin' money, girl is time
So if I wouldn't waste yours, why you tryna waste mine?
But I'm cool shawty, Alyx Stu' my waistline
Now I got 'bout three bitches tryna FaceTime
Ayy, and I'm so fresh in a cashmere trench
Mixin' Kris Van Assche with some Oscar de la Rent'
Yellow Bubble Goose with an all black vest
And these niggas said I changed
But I changed for the best

You don't know me, you knew me
That was three years ago, shawty this the new me
I'm sayin' when you first seen me in a hoopty
Now I whip a Benz with some braids and a Kufi
I'm sayin' but I can't even function 'less I chain smoke
Hopped out of the function, said his chain broke
And he think he flexin' with the same hoes
I get bitches by the bundles like it's Bang Bros

Written by:
Sebastian Martell

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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