"LABELS STILL CALLIN'" lyrics
(Wait, Silent, what the fuck?)
I'm back outside, for sure
Took my time on all this shit, I'm in my prime, for sure (Huh)
I really got time, for sure, uh
Took my time on all this shit, just hit my line, you know?
Bitch let me hit one time, now she want kids, hit all kinds of notes
Nigga got mad 'cause I said we not friends, made all kinds of foes
I sold out all kinds of shows, how I fall off when I went ghost?
I turnt out all kinds of hoes, how she talk shit when I went ghost?
I put myself on a pendant, I touched a milly, then I went back independent
I put myself in a gimmick, they didn't feel it, so I went back to my feelings
I started rappin' 'bout Benjis, hoes in the city, now I get hate from my city
I don't give fucks if they feel me or if they filming, won't ever know how I did it
Clientele on my phone (Like, who been ringing me?)
Back when I ain't have shit to own (You ain't believe in me)
I told my friends, "Stick to the code" (Don't need your energy)
Until Mike bring his ass back home (For what I'm finna be)
I-I said, "Bitch, don't be friendly
And I'ma get Tiffany Co. for every finger you grippin' with
And even some on your toe"
Just 'cause I'm trickin', don't trick me
Fold these hundreds to fifty
And I start acting like 50 'cause what's a dime to a penny?
Got-got tats on your kitty just to show that you with me
Trap-trappin' me, Willy, tryna see if me silly
Drop bags up on B.I.L.L.Y, no, this album not iffy
All tracks on this really could be a hit if you hear it
Each one costs Jacksons and Benjamins, uh
All types of feelings and, uh
Facts, not opinions, uh, stars and civilians
Wanna crunch on my cinnamon, uh, showin' 'em different, uh
I'm so legitimate, took three years off the membership, now it's
Clientele on my phone (Like, who been ringing me?)
Back when I ain't have shit to own (You ain't believe in me)
I told my friends, "Stick to the code" (Don't need your energy)
Until Mike bring his ass back home (For what I'm finna be)
I'm back outside, for sure
Took my time on all this shit, I'm in my prime, for sure (Huh)
I really got time, for sure, uh
Took my time on all this shit, just hit my line, you know?
Bitch let me hit one time, now she want kids, hit all kinds of notes
Nigga got mad 'cause I said we not friends, made all kinds of foes
I sold out all kinds of shows, how I fall off when I went ghost?
I turnt out all kinds of hoes, how she talk shit when I went ghost?
I put myself on a pendant, I touched a milly, then I went back independent
I put myself in a gimmick, they didn't feel it, so I went back to my feelings
I started rappin' 'bout Benjis, hoes in the city, now I get hate from my city
I don't give fucks if they feel me or if they filming, won't ever know how I did it
Clientele on my phone (Like, who been ringing me?)
Back when I ain't have shit to own (You ain't believe in me)
I told my friends, "Stick to the code" (Don't need your energy)
Until Mike bring his ass back home (For what I'm finna be)
I-I said, "Bitch, don't be friendly
And I'ma get Tiffany Co. for every finger you grippin' with
And even some on your toe"
Just 'cause I'm trickin', don't trick me
Fold these hundreds to fifty
And I start acting like 50 'cause what's a dime to a penny?
Got-got tats on your kitty just to show that you with me
Trap-trappin' me, Willy, tryna see if me silly
Drop bags up on B.I.L.L.Y, no, this album not iffy
All tracks on this really could be a hit if you hear it
Each one costs Jacksons and Benjamins, uh
All types of feelings and, uh
Facts, not opinions, uh, stars and civilians
Wanna crunch on my cinnamon, uh, showin' 'em different, uh
I'm so legitimate, took three years off the membership, now it's
Clientele on my phone (Like, who been ringing me?)
Back when I ain't have shit to own (You ain't believe in me)
I told my friends, "Stick to the code" (Don't need your energy)
Until Mike bring his ass back home (For what I'm finna be)
