"MISSISSIPPI" lyrics

They want some new shit, ride around in that ninety-seven
Colors, drop the roof, bitch
I'm in love with money, get the bag, I'm on to-do list
Lately, oh so ruthless, I'm ballin' like Mike

And when I get the mic, I get the people movin'
But these tracks in my sleep, aha, I don't feel the rebar
On the bass, real loud, break the motherfuckin' speakers
When you talk, all I hear is blah blah

I can't hear you unless you talkin' that mucho gua la
I made it this far on my ten toes
I don't need the label, all I need is like ten hoes
You can hit the Venmo, scammin' all their ladies on their pension

I'm an asshole, I put that down my kinfolk
It's Billy, I made it on my own and I never left my city
And all I see is clones tryna copy me, you silly
The necklace, I'm chilly

I might just go off the grid, buy some land in Mississippi, okay
If you woke up broke, your ass shoulda never went astree
All these motherfuckin' rappers soft
Hit the party studio broad

I'm the come-up fucker cost, when undercover cop
Billy literally fucked the law
Hit the judge raw, bust all in her jaw
Then I'm off, yeah I'm back, get the back

These haters crack heads, you too high off that smack
And I won't make it unless all of my dogs eat
Walk out the bar, tipsy, somebody toss me my keys
I'm swervin', servin' all the damn junkies on the freeway

Fuck with Billy, then it's D-Day, more bright than a subway
You know I come with a flow, so call him a gentleman
Full of adrenaline, you would need ten shots, I kinda mean it
Slow me down at seven and I'm on a roll, bitch

Sit down, back door, general
I hit the lick, then leave the scene
I make music for the fiends, punches hit like butter bean
My buddy got a couple clips and this is not a movie scene

I've been recording the wig, I need to get some sleep
Party with the freaks and gigs, yeah
Huh, does Billy make it hit, then hit your bitch
Yeah, that's a recipe