Herobrine Time

[Chorus]
My bitch, she my stylist (Yeah)
Your bitch, she got mileage (Yeah)
Took my bitch to Benihana's, cooker cooked a [?] (Okay)
Crackers constantly hatin' on me, back then they wouldn't acknowledge (Okay)
Niggas talkin' in the comments should've went to college (xonthebeat)

[Verse]
Niggas broke as shit, ain't no damn excuse
Where's your doctors note?
Niggas don't want the smoke, yeah, I want the smoke
We want all of those (Bitch)
You niggas don't want no smoke, most of these niggas broke
Better go, vámanos
Niggas talkin' hardеr in the streets, a nigga lost his life over dominos
Honеstly I just be playin', this shit ain't really that hard for me
Bitch, I'm— (Stop, stop, stop, stop), over the finest green
I slide on an opp, I slide on your block, I slide in your bitch and she creamed
They thought I was [?]
So much money that the money counter not gon' ring
All of these niggas really bums, they under me
Bullets hit him, that shit burn him, like third degree
You tried to clap, yeah, that shit finna burn
Hood nigga, but my bitch in the suburbs
Hood nigga, but my bitch in the suburbs
(Hood nigga, but my bitch in the suburbs)

[Interlude: Kodak Black]
Look at me, hey
I don't stay in the projects anymore
I'm not a project baby anymore
I'm a suburbs kid
I'm a suburban, hahaha

[Chorus]
My bitch, she my stylist (Yeah)
Your bitch, she got mileage (Yeah)
Took my bitch to Benihana's, cooker cooked a [?] (Okay)
Crackers constantly hatin' on me, back then they wouldn't acknowledge (Okay)
Niggas talkin' in the comments should've went to college