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7 years ago
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on (aye, aye)I'm beyond all that fuck shit, hey[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]Hey, lil' mama, would you like to be my sunshine?Nigga, touch my gang, we gon' turn this shit to ColumbineIce on my neck, cost me ten times threeThirty thousand dollars for a nigga to get fleeI just hit Rodéo, and I spent like ten GsI just did a show and spent the check on my mamaWhen I go on vacay I might rent out the BahamasAnd I keep like ten phones, damn, I'm really never homeAll these niggas clones, tryna copy what I'm onNigga, get your own, tryna pick a nigga boneWord to brother, Skip, boy, I had a good dayMetro PCS, trappin', boy I'm makin' playsFifty shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk HoganI know you know my slogan, if it ain't 'bout guap, I'm goneNiggas hatin' 'cause I'm chosen, from the concrete I had roseShawty starin' at my necklace 'cause my diamonds really frozePut that dick up in her pussy, bet she feel it in her toesI'm a real young nigga from the six throwin' 'bowsI'm a real young nigga from the six throwin' 'bowsReal young nigga from the six throwin' 'bows[Hook: D.R.A.M.]In the middle of the party, bitch get off meIn the cut, I'm rollin' up my broccoliYa, I know your baby mama fond of meAll she want to do is smoke that broccoliWhispered in my ear, she tryna leave with meSaid that I can get that pussy easilySaid that I can hit that shit so greasilyI'm a dirty dog, I did it sleazily[Bridge: D.R.A.M.]Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be onI'm beyond all that fuck shitAin't no tellin' what I'm finna be onI'm beyond all that fuck shit[Verse 2: D.R.A.M.]I got companies and PesosI got people on my payrollShe don't do it 'less I say soI don't smoke if it ain't fuegoI should sauce 'em up like PregoFettucini with AlfredoAll I wanted was the fame and every game they made on SegaI was five or six years old when I had told myself, "Okay you're special"But I treat you like my equal never lesserI was twenty-six years old when we had dropped this one amazing recordHad the world steppin'That's what I call epicCouple summers later I got paperI acquired taste for salmon on a bagelWith the capers on a square plateAt the restaurant with the "why you got to stare" faceTo know I either ball or I record over the snare and bassRapper face, dread headedGolden diamond teeth wearin'They just mad 'cause I got that cheese, bitch, I keep dairyTurnt up in the party, gettin' lit to YachtyWith a Spanish Barbie, word to my mami[Hook: D.R.A.M.]In the middle of the party, bitch get off me (Get off of me)In the cut, I'm rollin' up my broccoli (My weed, my weed)Ya, I know your baby mama fond of me (She fond of me)All she want to do is smoke that broccoli(My weed, my weed)Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me(She vulnerable)Said that I can let that pussy easily(She fallin' for)Said I can hit that shit so greasily (Oh yeah, oh yeah)I'm a dirty dog I did it sleazily