PIECES ON MY NECK. FT. 21 SAVAGE.

Yeah, yeah

Hmm, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Look

Why niggas paintin' they nails and livin' fairytales?

I was sittin' up in my cell, I chose not to tell

I remember runnin' from 12, now we in V12

Thought I was surrounded by real, guess I ain't see well

Guess I gotta say my farewell, I need some fresh air

Thought I could take everyone there, but it got us nowhere

When I drop, I need to be felt, I never cared about how many we sell

Ayy, Boonk, tell 'em 'bout the women we shared

They say, "More money, more problems," I say, "More money, more tears"

When everything start fallin', that when it all gets clear

But now that's all in the rear

My future brighter than the ice in my ear

Ayy, tell 'em ain't nobody nice as I am, for real

Yeah, for real, you know

A million dollar worth of game, nigga

Ten million in cash, nigga

Five on a house, nigga

The rest in my mouth, you know what the fuck goin'

Look, pieces on my neck, they barely cost me nothin'

Treat these racks like it ain't shit

'cause I know it gon' keep coming

All these paper cuts, shit hurt in my thumb, but I keep thumbin'

They don't play with us, once I ring the alarm, just know they comin'

Look, 'Rari truck smashin' off the lot, me and cousin

Look, we was hot, but we beat that case, me and buddy

Look, double cup, pour up for lil' bro

Every time niggas mention us, we shot they shit up

Every time somebody mention us, the whole hood pullin' up

That McLaren trunk ain't big enough

That shit can't fit in there, too much stuff

I was pimpin' her, she bought me too much, uh, too much stuff

Ayy, is it real enough? That shit can't fit in there, too much stuff

Look, free Q Money, all this shit here neat, I'm a foreign freak

Got a foreign fleet, foreign bitch sittin' in my passenger seat

She don't wanna go out to eat, she wanna eat, bitch, I been a P

Yeah, every time we fuck, she tell me it was made for me

My lil' bro a smacker, somethin' like Judge, yeah, major leagues

She thought it was more than what it was 'til I made her leave

He thought it was more than what it was, hit him with the cross

Now he sharin' a grave with lil' bruh, I'm a fuckin' boss

Yeah, you know I'm a nine-figure nigga, we put 'em up ten by ten

Spin that bitch and spin it again, you bitch, you

We chasin' money, nigga, fuck friends

Pussy, okay

Twenty grand, they'll knock your big dog off (Facts)

Pour the syrup real muddy, but I never cough (Facts)

Thousand bags of the Turks got him goin' lost

I might throw a drive in they hood 'cause they broke and soft (On God)

Half a ticket every time I hold my wrist up (Facts)

You could fuck my brother, bae, just let me fuck your sister (Facts)

I look out for my bitches, I ain't never been a tricker

If she ask me for some money, first I'm holdin' it against her (21)

GIA my stones, it's a difference, these expensive (Straight up)

He was tough on Instagram

Until they came and spint him (Frrt)

Buy my cars cash, nah, I used to trap in rentals

And the niggas that you look out for

The main ones that get you (Goddamn)

Yeah, all that back bitin', I been the flip (Bitch)

I'm wealthy now, you say my name, ho, add the Mr. (Bitch)

Still hangin' in the trenches with my pistol

I love them ratchet bitches, eat Hot Cheetos with the pickles (Bitch)

Got her body done twice, but it's still smooth (21)

Give me head and get Chanel, I'm in a good mood (Yeah)

That pussy boy ain't killed shit, he a good dude

They sent his ass down the road, he was good food (Ain't poke nothin')

I'm the type to get you splat then play it cool (Smoke 'em)

Next time you see your twin, gon' be on the news (21)

I ain't never like authority, I skipped school (Facts)

Any day you pick a pocket, it be all blues (Facts)

They try to go against me, but they all lose (21)

Grape Street inside my cup, got me DJ Screwed

You put that bitch inside your will, then you Will-A-Fool (Stupid)

She wake up and make you breakfast, then she send me nudes (Stupid)

Had a threesome with her friends, but she never knew (21)

I pop shit like I'm the one and it ain't a two (On God)

You ever go against the team, you get FanDueled

We put that chopper on your twin, nigga, and you (Bitch)

Bitch, bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch