4Tex (Lil Yachty “Cortex” Remix” lyrics

I got this sh*t from Andrew Kelly
All my opps ghost like Makaveli
Nah, there ain’t sh*t your ass could tell me
You tried to snake but lack the venom
Diamonds on me black as venom
My girl ass bounce back like jelly
Now I see why her ex so jealous
Man let me get this bag of Fenty
I heard that sh*t in the grape vine, n*gga they wait by and talk smack to press me
Your life bout mine, damn that's depressing
My life makes yours, damn that's impressing
I’ll drop this sh*t on my IG
n*ggas don’t like me
So they ignore it to spitе me
They share thеir n*gga's own music
n*gga go stupid
No I mean literally, high key
Yea I can tell that he wrote the sh*t
I give it to you, we both commit
My issue with your friends who promote it
That sh*t is ass, they know it, b*tch
You got it down on the clothing sh*t
You got it down on the videos
But Goddamn my n*gga really though
I heard colder sh*t off of "Frozen" b*tch
I wrote this sh*t off the cortex, aye
I got yo b*tch in my vortex, aye
She told me “babe I want more sex” wait
Who you called “baby”? Abort that, aye
Forgot I had a lil shawty now, man she 'bout to gimme that bullsh*t, dang
Ain't use to love, this some new sh*t dang
I been out learning that new shebang
I want more checks, more sex, more less, I just want everything
Bad hoes on tour jets in corsets, for my set with me
Ass naked givin lap dances to my n*ggas, just a regular thing
While my shorty in short sets, sippin' Hennessy right next to me
All these labels better check for me
Go and jot up that lil check for me
b*tch don’t you see I’m the Product, and I can produce, I’m an accessory
Gon’ try put one your boys next to me
I turn that n*gga to some bread and cheese
I been to hungry, I’m yet to feast
Yo chance like enemies, dead to me
Drop top swerving through uptown, pull it the f*ck down, shoot out the roof like I’m Yachty
Crop top, pull it the f*ck down, titties and butt out, she tryna f*ck and just saw me
"Pop pop", knock em the f*ck down, shot by my personnel, opp can’t even get through the lobby
Knock knock, y'b*tch at my door bell, thought she was yours well, that pus*y was wet like Dasani
Opps always be on some f*ck sh*t
My n*ggas hands always stuck to the stick like a Muppet
I’m in magazines, they jealous of it
Now my n*gga gotta back me and dump his
Make a n*gga dance when they pump him
Got a n*gga spazzin' doin some crump sh*t
He just got fed with like 30, they did him dirty, b*tch I ain’t talkin bout lunch shift
Diamonds too wet like some Fiji, splash
f*ck all this rap, I want TV cash
n*ggas want smoke, ain't no need for that
n*ggas want beef, they need me for that
n*ggas be talkin bout Jesus piece
But’ll cross you for one like on Jesus Back
n*ggas put claim on the Rap God, f*ck all the smack talk, I bring the Jesus back
Aye J Cole, aye bro! You should come put a n*gga on your payroll
Opps hate, they hope… A n*gga won't blow up 'cause they say so
I hate fake hoes.. I’ll never claim to associate those
I’m hot, they know, I don't ride waves, I’ll just wait till my name float
We ain’t in the same boat n*gga
... 704 Prod n*gga