[Verse]
Got a opportunity, can't blow it
She like "you rollin'?", girl you know it
Back to back, four in the mornin'
Phone ringing, who the fuck that calling?
Got a lick, girl I'll be back
Turn around with the dip in the bag
Auntie keep callin', I know she need me
Money racks same color zucchini
Patrick Swayze, Danny Phantom, Houdini
Bet I had Amiris on when she seen me
Slow down babygirl, I ain't kinky
Step in that bitch like Post Malone
Do what you want girl, you grown
Juicemane, ay, two cellphones
Feel like I'm on Bouldercrest Road
Feel like I'm in Zone Six with six zones
Feel like Gucci Mane with them big ass clothes
Auntie like "Neph, bring your Black ass home"
She like "Don't make mе walk to where you at"
Auntie'll book a flight for this crack
Unc'll walk from Mississippi for this pack
Shit, I'll walk to Cali for a bag
Thеy callin like "Neph, bring percs from Cali"
They want me like Fetty Wap going out sad
I walk through TSA, bunch of swag
Top shelf za, my face on my bag
Guess what? My bitch bad
Put the Glock down and beat yo ass
Take my hat off and beat yo ass
Take my frames off and beat yo ass
Jump out the Audi, beat yo ass
I don't need a beam to beat yo ass
Pacquiao, De La Hoya, (?)
Butterbean Frasier when I'm in the trap
I stop what I'm doing and beat yo ass
Stop fucking my bitch, get up, beat yo ass
Put my Backwood out and beat yo ass
You fat, out of breath, I'll beat yo ass
They ain't got no more liquor, I might spaz
Ain't no might, imma beat they ass
Opps run around smelling like (?)
Boy that's not za, that's shake in that bag
Pick up a broom, go rake the grass
You shovelin' snow, tryna make some cash
All of my opps doing bad
Gyuh!
Boy you ain't got no data, who you tryna argue with?
You lyin' like a fuck, who called you in?
You paranoid, nervous, who started him?
You ain't callin' nobody, you ain't go no plugs
None of this shit gettin' swept under the rug
My bitch short, I can pick her up
Stop, tell you flick both of us up
Snatch an opp out his rental car
When I'm in Cali ain't no rental car
Stop tagging me in shit, you pissing me off
You look dumb as shit boy, knock it off
N***a got dreads tryna look like Neph
Yo baby momma look more like meth
Boy, yo bitch look like L-Money
Boy, yo bitch got a mustache like Pap
Bitch need to go shave her back
You and yo bitch a gorilla silverback
N***a run around, him and his bitch fat
Yo engine light on and leather starting to crack
They like "how it did that, how he get it back?"
Ask for another eighth, it's a hundred for that
That tough talk, you don't wanna do that
They City Girls on the verge of smoking crack
Step in that bitch like "Neph don't do it!"
Amiri, Moncler, ion care for it, I'll boom him
Broad day on camera, I'll do it
Three sixty ways to be on the ground
All y'all look like Homie the Clown
Broke as shit rapping 'bout hundred rounds
At home rapping 'bout how you out of town
You in apartment rapping 'bout a house
Opps doing shows, nobody coming out
Shoot the back, make y'all run out the front
That's a archive post, n***a that's a stunt
I could tell you was skinnier back then
Back then, when you had that money back then
Well guess what? It's now, not back then
Ion even believe it was yours back then
Go ahead with that archive post
Go ahead with them old ass stories
Don't wanna hear about the car you used to drive
Way yo shoes look, I know that's a lie
Take them black Forces off in my Audi
My Audi say no black Forces in it
N***a wearin' all black for a image
But forces and (?)
Pathological liar, you never did it
N***as play 2K and watch tennis
They the ones cookin' on Thanksgiving
El Chapo what, you Big Momma in the kitchen
Pablo Escobar what, you Juwanna Mann
N***as run around like they like Mike
Think they can run faster in a pair of Nikes
Them not 13s, them Team Flights
Uh!
N***a runnin round, metal on his neck
Boy I know the back of yo neck black
Back of yo neck ain't supposed to look like that
You gon' need a dermatologist for that
Barbershop can't even taper on that
N***a lightskin but his neck black
N***a move zesty, blame it on his complexion
Little ass bottle, got kicked out the section
N***a taking shots, swear he drunk
N***as running round look like unc'
Hit the blunt, act like they turnt up
Did a half a bean, think he sellin' drugs
N***as sold three Xans, think he the plug
That wasn't him, it was the drugs
I'm on Henny on the bean booted up
He fallin' asleep on other drugs
N***a runnin 'round like he shootin' up percs
Overalls on with a man purse
Archive post like eight years ago
You was broke now, and broke eight years ago
I seen you with them jeans eight years ago
N***a shoulda quit rapping eight years ago
Worst thing a broke boy could do, quit his job
He ain't punching nobody, not even the clock
He ain't robbing nobody but his mom
He ain't lining nobody but his bitch
His bitch don't even believe that shit
She (?) gram liking our flicks
N***a on my gram tryna fuck my fans
She like "unfollow him, he ain't got no bands"
Unfollow who? I already did
I'm the caboose bitch, I don't follow shit
They cuffin' bitches who swallow dick
They bitch cuffed them, and that's a lot of dick
They pillow talking with dick in they mouth
It's just y'all, why Neph in yo mouth?
Go pick up a broom, clean the house
'Fore your baby momma kick you fuck out
'Fore your grandma kick you the fuck out
All my opps getting kicked the fuck out
I kick a bitch out they own crib
I let auntie move in
N***a broke as shit and need help
Spent his last on a eighth and a belt
N***a paying for Instagram sponsorship
N***a paying for rap alerts
N***as paying for Google Ads
N***as paying for slots
N***as paying for Coast to Coast
They still paying for showcase talk
Opps paying for SoundCloud reposts
Ion even got a SoundCloud
But I'll a charge a n***a for a SoundCloud repost
They like "Neph, do you still got dope?"
You sound like Adam22 and Vlad TV
[Outro: Spoken Word]
I turn into Twisted Metal and Mad TV
Opps sit down, watch Mad TV
I get mad at the fuckin' TV
Everything is fake on the fuckin' TV
Seen a movie, they was talkin' 'bout me
Love After Lockup, that was me
90 Days Fiance, that's not me
Thousand Pound Sister Crack Bags, that's me
Bitch broke as shit watching TLC
Watch it, next year I'm on MTV
The whole XXL freshman is clones
Industry plants take yo ass on
Why A Boogie did a song with B Love?
I fuck with B Love but not A Boogie
Somehow A Boogie fucked it up
Singing on a drill, you sound dumb as fuck
Didn't A Boogie make Milly Rock?
Ion even know if he made Milly Rock, I think his name was 2 Milly
But A Boogie look like... 2 Milly Milly Rock
Rest in Peace Pop Smoke
He'd a turned over in his grave if he heard that
He woulda heard A Boogie get on that track, he woulda sh-powed him
The beat dead like all my opps
Imma keep going unlike all my opps
They calling back to back like all my thots
Watching my story like a big thot
Every verse they got flopped
They'll probably suck dick for ten thousand views
Sell they soul for five pair of shoes
I got advice, dick riding ain't cool
I would never rap like you
Rapping 'bout some shit you ain't got
Picking up a broom, talking 'bout you picking up Glocks
You broke as shit and can't fight
You been broke now and all your life
How I'm supposed to believe you have money?
How every time I see you, you need money?
Why you took that flick with 1300?
Why you flexin' yo bitch tax money?
You know she regret giving you that money
You gon' fuck the pack up, the whole hood know it
Hold on, I'm tryna catch the beat but it's off
They broke praying to God
Jesus Christ can't help your broke problems
Gossiping not gon' help your hoe problems
Dick in yo throat not gon' help your throat problems
Y'all complaining for nothing, y'all ain't know problems
Landlord kick you out and you ain't go 'bout it
Yo homie dead, you ain't go 'bout it
Fuck you make me think you gon' go 'bout me
I shoulda seen you ain't caught you no bodies
Uh!