don’t i (feat. Gunna)

Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece

Pray to God he gon′ touch a B

Charge 400 'cause the talk ain′t cheap

I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner

I′m still gon′ be up if I die today

I came through crashing like a tidal wave

I got this shit on lock, don't I?

And I got your bitch on lock, don′t I?

I got the dick make her toxic, don't I?

I got the shit make ′em plot, don't I?

I was in the Chi′ town with Ye makin' Donda

I gotta buy up the block, don't I?

I got a lot of shit to pop, don′t I?

And she got that lil′ WAP, don't she?

I know how to hit a spot, don′t I?

She addicted to my expensive aroma

At the stove makin' Rice-A-Roni

I don′t take your advice, you can show me

Had to put some privacy trees around the villa

'Cause I know the neighbors too nosey

Turned 23, then I poured up an eight in my soda ′cause I miss Kobe

Can't depend on you niggas, I move like I'm Jigga, I get the B′s on my lonely

That internet chat, you a chatty Patty

On a golf course, but I ain′t got no caddy

I like when her head screwed on straight

I make sure you gon' eat with your own plate

Niggas talkin′ that tough on the long shot

I told my lil' bitch how to take care of a nigga

I like when she text, "What you on, bae?"

A lot of these niggas talk shit, but they ain′t 'bout it

I ain′t Lil Baby, but I get four pockets full

Roddy pulling up in the drop with the wolves

I want my bitch to have money like Oprah

You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her

Starter kit came with an outer space Rover

She like to travel and travel and travel, so I flew her out and back to California

Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece

Pray to God he gon' touch a B

Charge 400 ′cause the talk ain′t cheap

I still got lil' niggas ′round that corner

I'm still gon′ be up if I die today

I came through crashing like a tidal wave

I got this shit on lock, don't I?

And I got your bitch on lock, don′t I?

I got the dick make her toxic, don't I?

I got the shit make 'em plot, don′t I?

I was in the Chi′ town with Ye makin' Donda

I gotta buy up the block, don′t I?

I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?

And she got that lil′ WAP, don't she?

I know how to hit a spot, don′t I?

She addicted to my expensive aroma

Gunna

Real geeker, turn your bitch to a stoner

We real P's, that's why your bitch pulled up on us

Don′t fuck with suckers, we can never condone ′em

Ain't a hoe, but I came up off a corner

We ride the Rolls truck whenever I wanna

We count the rolls, I got new bigger pointers

White pretty toes walking to the young Gunna

My bitch hot and wet, she remind me of a sauna

My car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger

Keep icing my neck and my wrist like it′s swollen

The doc' tryna get the codeine out my colon

This shit starting to sound like a hit, don′t it?

Fuck all that cap, Gunna gon' say some shit

That will make you go turn up your clique, don′t it?

All the time, I'm making sense, don't I?

I go viral with a fit, don′t I?

I add bile to this shit, don′t I?

I'm inspired by the glist′ of the wrist, you'd do the same if you rich, don′t lie

60K for the bracelet, spent over three million with Elliot, no lie

Every state and every city, sold out

Pick a target, I'ma hit it, don′t I?

Draped my dog in that Jesus piece

Pray to God he gon' touch a B

Charge 400 'cause the talk ain′t cheap

I still got lil′ niggas 'round that corner

I′m still gon' be up if I die today

I came through crashing like a tidal wave

I got this shit on lock, don′t I?

And I got your bitch on lock, don't I?

I got the dick make her toxic, don′t I?

I got the shit make 'em plot, don't I?

I was in the Chi′ town with Ye makin′ Donda

I gotta buy up the block, don't I?

I got a lot of shit to pop, don′t I?

And she got that lil' WAP, don′t she?

I know how to hit a spot, don't I?

She addicted to my expensive aroma

This shit starting to sound like a hit, don′t it?

Starter kit came with an outer space Rover

Car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger

You know she special, I'm picky, and I chose her