Whole lot of everything
What the fuck we don't got?
I'm talkin' 'bout literally whatever you lookin' for, we got it
Whatever you tryna get, we can get it to you, my nigga
I'm the one got your bitch screamin'
Whole lot, I put this shit on her mouth
Ayy
Lil' bitch gotta come on down, gotta give me somethin'
I don't fuck with broke hoes
Come on, baby, it's vice versa, if you keep it
Real, I'll buy you the whole globe (What else?)
Ayy, I'm on my free thug shit, I'm prayin'
My niggas stick to the bro code (Yeah)
When them boys start askin' 'bout bodies
Askin' 'bout guns, askin' 'bout dope sold
What you know about Tonka? I came up off playin' with them truckloads
No CB4, I'm big money, no Good Store
My money talk, tell your boyfriend to hush, ho
If you ain't fuckin', lil' mama, you must go
Whole lot of everything, my niggas cutthroat
Whole lot of switches, you blessed if you duck those (I'm blessed)
Whole lot of money, but I wanna touch more
Whole lot of haters, but we don't give a fuck, though (Yeah)
He hate from the back of the bus, boy
Yeah, you was gang, but you turned to a fuckboy (Bitch)
Really, I don't even miss you, you worthless
Gave the gun back 'cause you didn't wanna bust, boy
These niggas go to jail, come out, be actin' all gangster
You didn't go to jail for nothin', tough boy
I was the one that was out here spinnin' and steppin' for gang
You ain't tie your shoes up, boy
Goin' back to these racks and these big-
Ass baguettes that I got in this WLE piece
I just been trappin' and callin' my jeweler
I ain't really dropped shit since I been PRE
I see y'all goin' y'all hardest while I just
Been chillin' laid up with a bitch thick as Ari
Ayy, I'm a trapper, I ain't shit like these rappers
The fuck I look like tryna beef with you Barbies?
Let's keep it real, like, for real, let's keep this shit real (Yeah)
Been the first youngin turnt with no deal (Yeah)
I showed him how to live how he live (I did)
My OG taught these boys how to kill (Yeah)
Had them callin', but I ain't never called 'em (Never)
Go and ask 'em, I got my own skills (Go ask 'em)
We be beefin' 'bout who next for real (On the mob)
But we never gon' beef 'bout no dollars (Hell nah)
My lil' brother know no money got him (Yeah)
Got a whole lot of P's, that's no problem (Yeah)
I just bought my lil' bitch plenty Prada (Yeah)
Everything around me super solid (Solid)
I'll bet my whole hand on Lil Robert (Yeah)
I got love for the killers and robbers (Yeah)
And I love a bitch shaped like a bottle (Damn)
But a bitch gotta come on down, gotta give me somethin'
I don't fuck with broke hoes (I don't)
Come on, baby, it's vice versa, if you keep it
Real, I'll buy you the whole globe (On God)
And I'm on my free thug shit, I'm prayin'
My niggas stick to the bro code (Free slime)
When them folks start askin' 'bout bodies
Askin' 'bout guns, askin' 'bout dope sold
Niggas know my motto
I don't fuck with P's, I don't fuck with rats, I fuck
With real niggas and models (Rest in peace Lil Lo)
A whole lot of guns, a whole lot of money, these young
Niggas got a whole lot of it (This shit 10Fifty, man)
I don't fuck with P's, I don't fuck with rats, I fuck
With real niggas and models (They know what's up)
A whole lot of guns, a whole lot of money
These young niggas got a whole lot of it (Yeah)
Big WLE on my neck (My neck)
Red now, them baguetties
Don't get turned to spaghetti
Straight up