"MERCH IT" lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Things change, people change, but not me
Fuck the top tier, ho pussy elite
I'm like what's poppin'?
Niggas don't want no smoke with me
You know we pop shit
Put your bitch ass on a tee, we call it merch
Fucked this fine ho and hit her with the farewell
I don't kiss and tell, but I hit all these hoes
All these hoes goin', all these hoes triflin'
All these hoes goin', all my one nighters

In the studio screamin', "Nigga," with my homie Spider
Know we jump out, smoke, I feel like Tigger, eyes of a tiger
Don't even gas me up nigga 'cause I'm Hank Hill
We got propane for these niggas still, ha
I run up a mill, huh, they gon' run up a reel, huh
In the foreign with bills, huh
Lil' shawty bad as hell, if looks could kill
I can do this shit all by my 'lone, don't need a deal
Know I am a king on a throne nigga, kneel, bitch, kneel
Break the glass, I'm Shaquille O'Neal (Shaq)
Shawty drip god, all she do is spill
All I do is pop drank, all I do is spill
Roger Rabbit on these hoes, you a damn snail
You a turtle in the race, all you do is fail
Grew up 'round trap gods, nigga, they was whippin' bails
Man, we all black gods, nigga, get over yourself
Bali with a ho, trips overseas
Tally all my goals, they change like the breeze
Steady blowin' dope, I'm in the car, I can't even breathe
Mama raised a goddamn star, I'm a different breed

Things change, people change, but not me
Fuck the top tier, ho pussy elite
I'm like what's poppin'?
Niggas don't want no smoke with me
You know we pop shit
Put your bitch ass on a tee, we call it merch
Fucked this fine ho and hit her with the farewell
I don't kiss and tell, but I hit all these hoes
All these hoes goin', all these hoes triflin'
All these hoes goin', all my one nighters