Stop Posin For IG lyrics

[Intro]
Posing for the gram, he yelling n*gga tag me
Posing for the
Huh, hold up, yeah
Ok

[Verse 1]
Why you Posing for the gram (What you talking bout n*gga)
These n*ggas be hatin But really #1 fans
Hol up bruh is this ur mans?
I need my chicken in advance
I'm talkin 5-6 million, sky scrape buildings, 40 achor land
Gotta find my own way
Find a place where I can lay
I been tryna make it happen, saw the sh*t change with Everything 1k
Mil town Mil town, 414 born and I was raised
H town h town, sauce Wak Travis Scott, vibe waves
37 night and days
Arron Rodgers Bay plays
Trapping hallway maze
Got my city so amazed
Like how that tall lanky n*gga with the big teeth, finally make a way
Like how tf he getting saved
I wonder how much did he make
Brought the lambo to the hood feeling brave
Ion want her if lil mama ain't paid
Ion want her if she ain't got it maid
I might take her if she bad and she slayed
Feel my presence, all you n*ggas behave
Or open presents, with the 41 k
I'm breaking records, in the game like 2k
I'm just infectious, tell yo man grab the raid
This Not a concert, on the gang issa rave
Im tryna surf right on the crowd like a wave
Im taking orders, take yo mans to the grave
I line em up, I give lil Brodie a shave
Or give em swaggy, if he catchin a fade
My baby trippin cause she know she got played
I'm sorry baby but a player gone play
It's DNA, I Got this sh*t in my veins
[Refrain]
Like ooh, ooh, Fresh out the bed
f*ck a lil vest cause I'm comin for heads
f*ck ya lil crumbs tell yo mans get sum bread
Gotta bad b*tch left her message on read
Ooh, ooh, come here lil boo
Zooted tonight but I'm leaving with you
Bad b*tch so lavish I'm f*cking her too
Date In the wrait let my stars be the view
Like ooh, ooh, Fresh out the bed
f*ck a lil vest cause I'm comin for heads
f*ck ya lil crumbs tell yo mans get sum bread
Gotta bad b*tch left her message on read
Ooh, ooh, come here lil boo
Zooted tonight but I'm leaving with you
Bad b*tch so lavish I'm f*cking her too
Date In the wrait let my stars be the view

[Verse 2]
These n*ggas be hating, i'm Hollywood chasin, i'm leaving the hood, but the hood follow me
You talking that smack, you gone end up on smack, like a backwood, I blow you lil n*ggas like trees
I'm fresh out the gutta, my money turn butter, I stripped yo lil b*tch, she get down on her knees
She wasn't on me, when I wore the beanie, now I'm eating these tracks, turn my beanie to cheese
Fresh off the east, where my lil n*ggas eat, i'm in field, you can probably catch me in sum cleats
I'm stacking my money so high, I just look to the sky, and thank god, for the birds and the bees
I wasn't on sh*t like 3 months and a week, now I'm selling out venues, man this sh*t is a breeze
I count hella bengies, my pockets was empty, no wonder these n*gga, don't represent me, Don