WOAH, Yeahh

Peon Ass Niggas

Woah

I hop in my bag for the hell of it

Rollin that gas and ya girl like the smell of it

She just diggin the way of my elements

I then got drippy in fendi u sellin it

These niggas be swearin they rappin

They lyin on songs and them niggas be cappin

These niggas not really bout action

He only sayin that shit on his captions

Stax why u always be snappin?

Tryn get rich so the whip can b brainless

That steele on my side need it stainless

Paintin a picture i been picture paintin aye

I listen to what niggas sayin

You niggas trash... the beat just b bangin

I′ll run in ya house and ill aim it

Gvin that money up kno niggas payin

That hoe on my top cuz im comin up

Lookin at most of these rappers no runner ups

And u niggas soft like butter cups

Bet i can make ya main hoe give her number up

Wont text her cuz she kinda dirty

When u got money them hoes b all flirty

And them same hoes that been tryn curve me

Now want my number u kno i one word em

Told me speed it up, bro turn the speaker up

She just tryn freak up on a nigga yea she freak enough

Told her suck it till a nigga knees weak enough

Higher than the planets yea that loud got me geekin bruh

Say u hard ion really think u seen enough

Sayin u depressed stop lyin for the press

I been seein niggas followin they leader huh

I been in my bag one day ima be blessed

Get a strap leave a pussy nigga wack

Me and bro takin off in a jet

And u kno we gotta get to the checks

If a nigga cross the line get stretched

Do his team dirty wit the tech

Yall not on my level my niggas up next

Tell ya girl to stop throwin her cat

For i hit a home run wit my bat

I been goin dummy on these tracks cuz im hungry

Niggas really grimey thinkin that they kno me

I then had a couple girls thinkin they was trophys

Now i look back and them hoes all bologna

Niggas think they ballin but they goin bankrupt

I been goin hard im just tryn get my name up

Youn niggas weirdos tryn get yall fame up

1 million followers nun in ya bank bruh

You can keep ya girl nigga i aint tryn take her

Cuz if i take her nigga ima break her

On my Meek Mill shit ima dream chaser

Young Nigga Stylin tryn get the paper

Givin no room to the people that talk down

Money in my pocket made it hard for me walk now

If she tell me slide thru u just better call now

We just hit hallway im up in her jaws now

Ya block got it on lock down

21 questions girl u a cop now?

Haters thats waitin for me to pop now

Just so they talk down ill b at the top clown

Niggas i knew turned to opps now

If they cross me again they gettin shot down

When i come thru haters not around

& What happen to that nigga he was never found

Im blowin that gas like im breathin

Gettin tired of hoes that b schemin

My attention ima have these hoes feinin

She aint tryn fuck so she leavin

I aint never lackin, put my all into this shit & now a nigga really spazzin

If u want it u can have it, call Dee Beats up cuz the beat really nasty (nasty beat)

Woah, yea yea, woah, in my bag on this one, you already know what time it is