Ayy

Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (what I made today)
Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new Js (brand new Js)
Yeah, and I can't lie, you know I paved the way (paved the way)
Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (that was ridin' my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin'
Choker chain blingin'
Two hoes double teamin' (teamin')
Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen
Tellin' me they love me, but I don't know the meanin' (meanin')

Ayy, I break that shit out when it's time to play
Got SK's and dirty K's
I catch fades, the barber away
My last kill I played the role of a snake, how I snaked the snake
Last drill tried to put a ape on a shirt like it's Bathing Ape
Ayy, you on some tough shit
I'm on some shit that get you bust quick
Watch your mouth 'cause I bet this Glock 27 hush shit
Why he run, boy? You know that back shot ugly
Green tips, blue tips, slime got a cousin
Can't believe that I'm really rich, but never sent a hit (never sent a hit)
Billion streams up, I did a drill with my nigga bitch (on God)
Head coach of the gang and I'm still in the field with it (on God)
Bust a nigga brain, and told his brother come and deal with me (on God)

Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (what I made today)
Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new Js (brand new Js)
Yeah, and I can't lie, you know I paved the way (paved the way)
Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (that was ridin' my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin'
Choker chain blingin'
Two hoes double teamin' (teamin')
Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen
Tellin' me they love me, but I don't know the meanin' (don't know the meanin')

Two Glocks get shot, give a nigga a Glock shell (brrt)
Your top get cropped, then I'm goin' to make bail (brrt)
Y'all niggas act good, all my opps be Denzel (brrt)
Saw him, he ran, bitch, you know how to tuck a tail (brrt)
Ayy, and I ain't never told shit
Since a youngin' I've been Loc'in
I move in slow motion (Crip, Crip, Crip)
He was scared to come out, I kick the door in
Put the pole in his brother's mouth, say somthin', unload it (say some' nigga)
I'm in this bitch with a whole lot of shottas
Whole lot of straps so hakuna matata
Better tell 'em chill 'fore it be a problem
Fifty shots in the Glock, no doctor
Nigga think it's sweet, so I shot him
God got a meet and greet for a robber
Choppa make him do the NLE Choppa
Leave him in the streets when I caught him

Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (what I made today)
Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new Js (brand new Js)
Yeah, and I can't lie, you know I paved the way (paved the way)
Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (that was ridin' my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin'
Choker chain blingin'
Two hoes double teamin' (teamin')
Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen
Tellin' me they love me, but I don't know the meanin' (don't know the meanin', dawg)

NLE, Top Shotta
Got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Go get the doctor, main shotta, main slaughter

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Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Joshua Howard Luellen, Lewis Ellis