You Got This Dy

[Intro]
Desire, Exqzt

[Verse 1]
Chanel all on her body
Yeah, that’s her favorite shit
Got rich just like I’m Roddy
Go up take care of my jit
Protect him, had to cop me a stick
And to hit my first lick
Had to go up on my old vision
Change my life round, yeah that’s it
Change the swag round, yeah thats it
Hit the sound on all my shit
This my shit, yeah this original
My swag baby, I invented him
Don’t talk ‘bout him, don’t even mention him
Had to cut the snakes up out the grass
We in first, ain’t never last

[Chorus]
He talkin’ ‘bout me, drop a bag on me
[?]
Toe tag on him
Can’t beef wit’ feds no more
Take yo’ shoes off at the door
I’m tryna pull up, drop that lo
I fucked yo’ bitch way before
I bet 10 racks you ain’t even know
Yo’ bitch gg like free throw
In the [?] it’s kick door
Pour that lil’ Tris in Calypso
Better not say nun’, yo’ lips closed

[Verse 2]
Will yo’ bitch stay down? Who know
Drop lil’ Db, you don’t know he takin’
Growin’ up I ain’t have no paper
Get ya’ anger worth, I’m able
Keep my head on my shoulder, I’m stable
(Stay clutchin’, I clutch all my neighbors)
In the field with [?]
I look just like Malik neighbors
Missed the [?] threw away the paper
40 pointers my neck like I play for the Lakers
I dropped the shit, its not basic
This my sound bitch, I take it
This my crown bitch, I take it
I up that Glock, I bang it
He rattin’, yeah he singin’
I was trappin’, now I’m stainin’
Spent that bread but how could you blame me?
I ain’t never had money
My trap jumpin’ like a bunny
He talk that shit, its funny
Make that call, smackers comin’
I go hard, this ain’t nun’
Score on act, droppin’ buckets
This life short, I still hold grudges

[Chorus]
He talkin’ ‘bout me, drop a bag on me
[?]
Toe tag on him
Can’t beef wit’ feds no more
Take yo’ shoes off at the door
I’m tryna pull up, drop that lo
I fucked yo’ bitch way before
I bet 10 racks you ain’t even know
Yo’ bitch gg like free throw
In the [?] it’s kick door
Pour that lil’ Tris in Calypso
Better not say nun’, yo’ lips closed