Yung P. - Direct Deposit (feat. Scando The Darklord)

Like I give a fuck about you hating ass motherfuckers man
You a goofy man I cant spend a hundred on the bitch
Do my money dance every time direct deposit hit
I been taxing for the verse it feels like I hit a lick
You could hit me for that work or anytime you need a zip
You a bitch I see it on you, you can tell that I'm the shit
No them suckers couldn't catch up I got horses in the whip
Shooter in the back he popping out it's like your name was rick
Blew another bag these suckers would've thought I went legit
I flew out of state to bust a play baby I got jet lag
You been smoking mid little bro I bet your health bad
They know P the one who got the packs yeah he the mailman
Gave my mom a hug I'm moving work she said I smell bad
Pushing so much weight I swear to god I think my cell tapped
Every time I step up see them suckers take a step back
When I touched that bag I can't lie I never looked back
You cant hit this za it's hitting harder than a fullback
Purple in my cup got me feeling like I'm Frieza
Said she feel blessed when I'm around her like she sneezing
Drought over there but we got packs for every season
I done took a L and Ran it back I'm still cheesing
I don't need the love baby girl I need the visa
Stacking all winter taking trips to Ibiza
Every time I pop a Percocet I'm feeling amnesia
She gone give me cat like I took her ass Giza
You a goofy man I cant spend a hundred on the bitch
Do my money dance every time direct deposit hit
I been taxing for the verse it feels like I hit a lick
You could hit me for that work or anytime you need a zip
You a bitch I see it on you, you can tell that I'm the shit
No them suckers couldn't catch up I got horses in the whip
Shooter in the back he popping out it's like your name was rick
Blew another bag these suckers would've thought I went legit
Hello Somebody
You would've thought I went legit bitch
Suit and tie how we stepping we be marching shit
Yeah we got a Fully trying to hit a nigga Koofie
You niggas goofies I be laughing at you coonchies
Eighty thousand sky miles I got free flights
I'm always in first class you know I sleep nice
And my cup hella muddy
Frieza second form so you know it's stupid dudded
Purple Purple who got grapes
Japanese Bape and you know we keep a drake
Send your facts we did the race
Me and CarterBoy scrapping down the eighty
Or the Five we did it live
We got to LA in four hours we almost died
You a goofy man you make the drake laugh
Airbrush a nigga yeah we teach him paint class
You a goofy man I cant spend a hundred on the bitch
Do my money dance every time direct deposit hit
I been taxing for the verse it feels like I hit a lick
You could hit me for that work or anytime you need a zip
You a bitch I see it on you, you can tell that I'm the shit
No them suckers couldn't catch up I got horses in the whip
Shooter in the back he popping out it's like your name was rick
Blew another bag these suckers would've thought I went legit

Written by:
Norberto Cabrera-Martinez

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