You’re gonna tell me something You can’t tell me nothing Two twin glocks that don’t exist You’re gonna tell me something You can’t tell me nothing Two twin glocks that don’t exist You’re gonna tell me something You can’t tell me nothing Two twin glocks that don’t exist You’re gonna tell me something You can’t tell me nothing Two twin glocks that don’t exist You’re gonna tell me something You can’t tell me nothing Two twin glocks that don’t exist Sorry for this Repetitive Repetitive Repetitive All of y’all are just repetitive All of y’all are getting it I’m saying it That hook is really wristed up Let me story tell Or maybe not not not I forgot what beat this was Call this an experiment I was just Playboi for a minute Now I’m not not Know I got a lot lot Rockstar life got me real busy Everyone like my music It’s getting real busy I doubt we not on drill Just doing this paying bills I made a kill Now I get guap Now I don’t feel Yeah Yeah Yeah Acid All on my body is acid If you want me to be lyrical I get it Do this like a menace Floss like boss Best rapper like Rick Ross Too much guap My money is on My rockstar is on And the only way to do this Is rockstar Rockstar Yeat Yeat Yeat All of these rappers get on this Hop on drill and do this I don’t got it Top o the mornin’ Top o the mornin’ Top o the mornin’ Top o the mornin’ Top o the mornin’ Yea Yea Yea Yea