Aye Yea

(álbum: Speak Of The Devil - 2018)

Some shit just don't rub you right when you first hear about it
I'm looking at the Freshman List, your name ain't on the ballot, man
I'm looking at the piece on my side, I can't go nowhere without it
People always tryna run up on somebody, get some clout, and
I've been in and in and out the bank, in and out the bank
Wonder what my mind is on, it's not what you think
I'm blowing out the big gas, all I smoke is dank
These rappers tryna formulate, I love this shit, I fornicate
I'm playing with the kitty, finger fucking on the money
Every blunt cost me a check, like I'm smoking out a hunnid
Sorry bae, wanna come 'round, but this here Ferrari play
Meaning every sixty seconds, I go so, so far away
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, dog, ya heard
How I met this girl on fourth of July, but fucked her on the third?
How I feel like DJ Khaled? I got all my bags secured
How I went and grew some wings when all my dogs was pitching birds?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Nothing that you go through ever gonna stay, ayy, yeah
And I've been going through it, so I'm tryna get this K, ayy, yeah
Nothing that you go through ever gonna stay, ayy, yeah