Don't @ Me

Yeah
Aye
Jay Critch
Hood Fav
Aye

I'm like, fuck all that talking
Nigga, I'ma get it without a doubt, ay
I'm the nigga she be stressing 'bout
You the type to go stress her out, ay
Knots in my pocket, I feel like I gotta go and walk it out, ay
(Walk it out)
Tell 'em to stop it, you know they gon' do the most for the clout
I play the game like an athlete (Athlete)
Ever since I got money she jacking me (Jacking me)
Leave it all on her face like it's ac-ne (Ac-ne)
I ran up the rice like a track meet (Track meet)
It ain't no GPS, she can't track me (Can't track me)
I'm the hottest young'un, don't @ me (Don't @ me)
I'm the hood fade, don't @ me (Don't @ me)
If you throwing shade, nigga, @ me (Throw shade)

'Cause they moving strange, they start telling lies
When that hate start working, semi .30's out lurking (.30's)
I'm tryna get 'em wash like detergent (Like detergent)
They be looking real nervous in person (Nervous in person)
Call my accountant to see how my check look
I don't want her, unless she got a checkbook
Diamonds flying, you get hit with a left hook
We ain't fighting, got the thunder like Westbrook (Pa-pow)
Rings on me like Bill Russell (Bill Russell)
Chips in my pockets, no Ruffles (No Ruffles)
Stuffing all the blue hunnids inside of their duffles (Inside of their duffles)
Put all my women on shuffle (Shuffle)
Fuck her two times, but she won't get no Fendi
I know they wish they could stop it and end me
Already know these niggas they plotting and envy
I come from a block where they not so friendly (.30)
Poured her dulce, yo, she getting tipsy (She getting tipsy)
How I gave her dick, she gotta tip me (She gotta tip me)
I'm precocious, I'm riding with Fifty
Counting blue hunnids, R.I.P Nipsey (R.I.P. Nipsey)
R.I.P Aggie, came a long way from a Levis baggie
'Cause she look good, got her bag, I'd shag it
Running right back to the cash like Madden
I was so broke had to get what I can
White Moncler, the Michelin Man
He was talking, we ran into the man
Wish y'all homies did when shit hit the fan
I need more money, less court dates
Bags so big, throw it up and make the floor shake
Ass so big, fuck around and make the floor break
Girl, I'm in a rush, gimme head, no foreplay
I'm making plays, I don't watch what the haters say
Shoot a crossover, hit him with the fadeaway
Shoot a crossover, he drumming like 808
Don't even know what the fuck that I made today
Niggas ain't want' see me eat, but I made a play
And then I racked up a play for the team
Niggas fronting, shit is not what it seems
They got followers, they ain't got no green

I'm like, fuck all that talking
Nigga, I'ma get it without a doubt, ay
I'm the nigga she be stressing 'bout
You the type to go stress her out, ay
Knots in my pocket, I feel like I gotta go and walk it out, ay
(Walk it out)
Tell 'em to stop it, you know they gon' do the most for the clout
I play the game like an athlete (Athlete)
Ever since I got money she jacking me (Jacking me)
Leave it all on her face like it's ac-ne (Ac-ne)
I ran up the rice like a track meet (Track meet)
It ain't no GPS, she can't track me (Can't track me)
I'm the hottest young'un, don't @ me (Don't @ me)
I'm the hood fade, don't @ me (Don't @ me)
If you throwing shade, nigga, @ me (Throw shade)