Hit him up He want his money Like, “What’s good?” I’m like, “Wassup?” I don’t pay y’all back for nothing Got priorities, not a fuck Hit this nigga with a dime He don’t catch it, he don’t shine Bitch you in the same boat Better carry on that scope Thinking to myself, I’m fucking with the lyrics that wrote Bitch my eyes was dead sleep Saw my dreams and now they woke Broski asked me ‘bout my rhymes Bitch that’s how we got so close I don’t know when Ima stop Bitch I’m always on that go Big bags Broski scary large He got a big body Big number bodies drop Nah, the count won’t ever stop Fuck the system Keep this rhythm SMW, beat so hot Chain getting way too cold Catch a flight down to the trops Pop, pop Too many bodies drop, they dropping I’m like, “Bitch what’s popping!” What’s that shit you copping Ayy, this new shit gone be dropping Bitch the feeling that I feel when rhyming Bitch I wanna keep on rapping When you hear that “pop, pop That’s that choppa prolly clapping Damn nigga, fuck you Why you messing up my grind? And why the fuck you do it Bitch you wasting all my time Bitch I’m going so hard This year gone be my prime Big bands coming in All this money mine (x2) Hit him up He want his money Like, “What’s good?” I’m like, “Wassup?” I don’t pay y’all back for nothing Got priorities, not a fuck Hit this nigga with a dime He don’t catch it, he don’t shine Bitch you in the same boat Better carry on that scope Thinking to myself, I’m fucking with the lyrics that I wrote Bitch my eyes was dead sleep Saw my dreams and now they woke Broski asked me ‘bout my rhymes Bitch that’s how we got so close I don’t know when Ima stop Bitch I’m always on that go