Survey

[Intro]
(Ayy, Power)
Let me talk to 'em
Bitch
Yeah
Mm-hmm

[Chorus]
You gotta know the bitch ain't really yours, it's just your turn
I don't talk to 12, cuff me up and call my law firm
Might hit a nigga pint, later on, he gon' have heartburn
All that keepin' it real gon' get you played, that's what I learned
Ayy, I'ma die alone, just how I was born
I changed the color of this Crush, man, this bitch was orange
They tryna verify them taxes, I just got the form
In five days, we in action, this shit really goin'

[Verse 1]
I don't even got losin' in my vocabulary
I bought a whole page of black cards and got Mariah Careys
The shit a nigga got planned, it's gon' be legendary (Uh-huh)
I'm into gaming, you just talk about it, doin' commentary (Man)
If we keepin' it a hundred, niggas' time comin'
If the boys hit the spot, they ain't gon' find nothin'
Ayy, fuck ten, I'm like thirty steps ahead (Uh-huh)
I'm in love with the field, wipin' down me with heads (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Both them hoes for me, bro, I don't do no two-mans
Tryna attach a whole two hundred, send her in like Susanne
And I'm doin' PSEs fresh, that bitch can have no chance
I'm sendin' off the whole bag until I get the Zelle band

[Verse 2]
Your favorite rapper rockin' moissanite, that ain't my business, though
I just wanna watch my niggas ball, I'm Tom Thibodeau
That spicy-ass shit you smokin' on, that shit oregano
Just got that one call from my plug, he leavin' México (Come on)
Bodies droppin', niggas gettin' rolled
Puff puff passin' niggas, R.I.P. them hoes (Bitch)
That [?] in Trader Joe's and debit card on Lowes (Uh-huh)
Been doin' three thousand a day while my drops on hold
I got fidelity, makin' a mobile 1K
Yeah, we walkin' that shit on Monday
Just ordered eight phones, now they want me to do a survey (Come on)
The bank gave me half blue cheese and salsa verde (Green)

[Chorus]
Both them hoes for me, bro, I don't do no two-mans
Tryna attach a whole two hundred, send her in like Susanne
And I'm doin' PSEs fresh, that bitch can have no chance
I'm sendin' off the whole bag until I get the Zelle band (Damn)
You gotta know the bitch ain't really yours, it's just your turn
I don't talk to 12, cuff me up and call my law firm
Might hit a nigga pint, later on, he gon' have heartburn
All that keepin' it real gon' get you played, that's what I learned
Ayy, I'ma die alone, just how I was born
I changed the color of this Crush, man, this bitch was orange
They tryna verify them taxes, I just got the form
In five days, we in action, this shit really goin'

[Outro]
Mm-hmm, yeah
Let me talk to 'em