These niggas thought I lost it,

I just be vibing,

People make me sick to my stomach,

I get so nauseous,

You say you want beef, then all my niggas slidin.

Drop the fucking addy, bitch,

Let’s get it poppin.


We gone shoot…

We gone shoot…


Yeah, okay,

Designer on me head to toe, ain’t got no stylist,

They hating on me on the low, but i’m still gone pop it,

I’m pushing on the gas, yeah, it ain’t no stopping,

I’m outchea on the grind like, I ain’t got no option.


These niggas thought I lost it,

I just be vibing,

People make me sick to my stomach (sick, sick),

I get so nauseous,

You say you want beef, then all my niggas slidin.

Drop the fucking addy, bitch (bitch),

Let’s get it poppin.


We gone shoot…

We gone shoot…