STITCHED LIP

Yeah, yeah They sayin' the rap game in a drought, it's okay (It's okay) That's when real niggas pop out (Yeah) You ain't really from it, dawg, sorry I can't vouch (Sorry I can't vouch) Drillers with me peepin' shit, they gon' Hop right out (Hop right out, dawg) They sayin' the rap game in a drought, it's okay (It's okay) New batch on the way, finna serve it like cocaine When I see green, I go Trae Styles with the Rakes (Rakes) Calendars in this bitch and I still ain't Took no breaks (I ain't took one break, dawg) I'm in fast forward 'cause we can't go back I'm up early programmin' while y'all bein' programmed Shout out to the 404, I worked up at the Ozacs I went legend in two sports, for real, I came like Bojack My software is updated, they outdated 5 PM on a Sunday, I got The Alchemist playin' Hittin' switches in a bitch truck Might throw that bitch on Dayton's (Wires) They ain't gon' tell when they trash, man Pass the mic, I'll say it (Big trash) They sayin' the rap game in a drought They said hit broke, nigga, how? I'm with a ten piece up at Tao It's like ten rooms in my house We been stitch lip stayin' down (Stitch lip stayin' down) Word to these two Ricks on the ground, nigga (Rickys) They sayin' the rap game in a drought, it's okay (It's okay) That's when real niggas pop out (Yeah) You ain't really from it, dawg, sorry I can't vouch (Sorry I can't vouch) Drillers with me peepin' shit, they gon' Hop right out (Hop right out, dawg) They say the rap game in a drought, it's okay (Yeah) 'Cause Chase is on the way, I'm ridin' dirty, servin' base (Yeah) Dion with the faded money chain, I'm gettin' paid (Yeah) For the love of money, yeah, I'll sell you anything You see this Prada made in '98, this shit a throwback Shout out to the 504, I bought this at the Ozacs Misunderstood but bitches love me, man, I feel like Kodak One of a kind in every way, I feel the bitches know that They say the rap game gettin' lame So them Surf Club niggas back, gotta bring niggas that wave (Yeah) You not really from it, dawg, sorry you can't claim (Nah) Greedy for blue hundreds with my drillers puttin' in pain My lifestyle is the greatest, niggas hate it (Haha) I came from the pavement, now it's Baccarat on my plate and (Yeah) Tell these niggas get they money up so they can stop complainin' I'm private jet to plane and bossin' it up in niggas' faces They sayin' the rap game in a drought, it's okay (It's okay) That's when real niggas pop out (Pop out) You ain't really from it, dawg, sorry I can't vouch (Sorry I can't vouch) Drillers with me peepin' shit, they gon' Hop right out (Hop right out, dawg) Ayy, ayy, ayy All this time I had somethin' on my mind All this time