[Lyric] 18 (16thrifle)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Let’s go, yeah yeah
Bitch I’m ballin’ that’s why I get racks on my own
If you ain’t with the gang
Stop calling my phone
Everyone on my dick
Tryna see what I’m on
Shoutout my brothers it wouldn’t be possible
If I never did music wouldn’t see the impossible
Yeah they calling me out, but I’m still gon’ blow
So much money in my bank but I still want more
Not trusting these niggas only feeling God
If you’re walking outside
Better carry that rod
They gon’ hate anyway so just wait for applaud
Sticks out
Now tryna get shit to business
I run a whole mile
I ain’t talking bout’ no fitness
Ball out, I’m finna cash out a check
You niggas can hate but you know that I’m next
Your hoe on my dick tryna give mе the neck
But I told that bitch "no" she ain’t got no rеspect
Yeah I got a dream imma chase it
My heart got broke I’m still working hard tryna replace it
I don’t like women who basic!
I know karma a thing
I do wrong gotta face it
2019 I ain’t had no hoes
2020 all these hoes be calling my phone
2021 and they say I’m the goat but I feel like I still got a long way to go
I ain’t even up, they been hating on me
Tryna get a million dollars gotta work till I bleed
I hit him down if he run up on me
I hit him with the — let it off rest in peace
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah