(That's that Kofi Black music)
Oh, this what we doin'? Alright
Uh

Took the cold out my heart, went and put in on a watch (ooh)
Middle finger hangin' out the Benz, feel like Pac (uh)
Spittin' on your cameras, bandana with the knot
Competition lookin' for me, I was waitin' at the top (uh)
But ain't no competition, ain't no one in my position (nah)
Didn't mean to flex on niggas, wasn't my decision (wasn't my decision)
God told me, "Do it," so I did it on 'em (so I did it on 'em)
And hoes gon' be hoes, I ain't trippin' on 'em (I ain't trippin' on 'em)
Niggas dyin' to beat me, so I'm livin' on 'em (so I'm livin' on 'em)
And since they wanna pay attention, I'ma bill it on 'em (I'ma bill it on 'em)
I don't feel her like she feel me but I'm feelin' on her (feelin' on her)
She thought the sky was falling when I dropped the ceiling on 'em

Then she went and dropped her panties
Fuck your hard, I want a Grammy
Don't take Molly, don't take Xannies but it's weed inside the pantry
I get high to get by, she gon' low 'cause she my ho
Shoutout Reen, that's the bro, ayy
Shoutout to my motherfuckin' woes
Uh, we ain't ever home, we on the road
Ain't no lettin' up and catchin' up, we on the road
Uh, pull up in that (skrrt, skrrt)
Hop up in that (brrt, brrt)
Cameras out, hol' up, let me pose (ooh)
Pretty motherfucker, put me on the front of Vogue (ooh)
Niggas tryna be the bro but they don't know the code (no)
I put her in history and sold around the globe (around the)
This about to be the greatest story never told, nigga, huh? (Never told, nigga)
If you ain't know, then now you know, nigga, huh?
I wasn't welcome, I imposed, nigga, huh? (I imposed, nigga)
I put this dick inside her soul, nigga, uh (I put this dick inside her soul)
Just to get up under niggas' skin
Fuckin' with the same sex, they say it's a sin (huh?)
But I'm a dyke and she a femme, it's a synonym (Ooh)
Puttin' M&Ms in the blik'
Then I go and buy a pack of M&Ms, nigga, let's get it

Took the cold out my heart, went and put in on a watch
Middle finger hangin' out the Benz, feel like Pac
Spittin' on your cameras, bandana with the knot
Competition lookin' for me, I was waitin' at the top
But ain't no competition, ain't no one in my position
Didn't mean to flex on niggas, wasn't my decision
God told me, "Do it," so I did it on 'em
And hoes gon' be hoes, I ain't trippin' on 'em
I don't feel her like she feel me but I'm feelin' on her
She thought the sky was falling when I dropped the ceiling on 'em
Niggas dyin' to beat me, so I'm livin' on 'em
And since they wanna pay attention, I'ma bill it on 'em
Let's get it

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Writer(s): Katorah Marrero, Kofi Brifu