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[Intro]
(Top dog shit)
(Venexxi)
(I'ma let it (Yeah), I'ma let it (Bitch), I'ma let it, bitch)
(Are you fuckin' for real? Bitch)
Ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Clutchin' on a .44, I'ma let it go, I'ma let it bang, bitch (I'ma let it bang)
I get some racks on the floor, nigga, you a ho, nigga, you can't hang, bitch
The Glock, turn him to a stain, I got some rocks hangin' from my chain
I'm on the block, coolin' with my gang, you will get knocked, tryna be insane
Bitch, I'm the top dog, nigga's puppies, I won't fuck yo bitch, because she ugly
Get hit with a stick, make him do the Dougie
I'm Lil Kota, bitch, ain't no one above me
Remember way back then, you used to dub me
You can't play me like a fuckin' dummy
I'm passin' that bitch, like we playin' rugby
I'm back in this bitch, leave a nigga bloody
I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (I'm back), I'm back, mhm, I'm back in this bitch
I'm back, mhm, I'm Lil Kota, bitch, I'm back, mhm
He talkin' tough through a app (A app), mhm, my nigga's find where you at, mhm
Get put on a screen, iMac, mhm, that nigga got trolled, he mad (Ha, ha)
Man's took a L last week (Shit), Prada boots on my feet (Prada boots on my feet)
You ain't even got no swag (Got no swag), yeah, you can't even afford my tee (Can't even afford my tee)
Leave a fucked nigga down bad (Fuck nigga down bad), man, she used to talk on me
Now she wanna suck my dick (Uh-huh), now she wanna fuck on me (Wanna fuck on me)
But, I gotta drill, let's do it (Gotta drill, let's do it), money, yeah, going right through it (Yeah, going right through it)
Standin' with the heat, don't cool it
It ain't really deep, just music (Just music)
Man on the team, we don't use him
Pull up, four deep in a Buick (Ah)
If you wanna link, we can do it
Boy, you better think what you doin', bitch
I had to flood my wrist up, now that I'm up, got 'em pissed off
Y'all niggas used to get picked on, nigga tried to step to the big dog
Niggas try tough, he get picked off
Walk in the crib, It's time to take my Rick off
Touch my ring, lil' nigga, you get flicked off
I don’t fuck with you, just like I'm Big Sean
My pockets on fat, they on Big Show
In the i8, lil' nigga, I get ghost
"Lil' nigga", but nigga, I been grown
I'm still passing up niggas that been on
Yeah, you got a little views, but you still broke
All yo' bread in the bank, you can't touch that
Damian Lillard, watch how I clutch that
I pull up, show my wrist, she like, "What's that?"
She a ho, nigga, why would you cuff that?
Ain't 'bout bread, then I don't give a fuck then
I rock Number (N)ine, used to rock nothin'
At this point, I got used to the bluffin'
At this point, I got used to the fakin'
At this point, I got used to the cappin'
Wanna know why I always be flexing? 'Member nights, used to sleep on a mattress
Ain't nothin' worse than a fuckin' mattress
I got bread, so I might fuck a actress
Seventeen, but I'm smoking on dope everyday
Bitch, I laugh at everything that happens
Spend a hundred thousand, on a Patek
Then I treat the bitch, she eat the habit
Getting money, nigga, it's a habit
Had to grow up, got 'em like, "What happened?"

[Outro]
(Yeah, woah, woo)
(Woah, yeah, woo)
(Woah, woah)