(Guitar Solo Intro)
He's Doubted...
Doubted Child!
Verse :
I went from Rags to Riches
I f**k on the baddest b*tches
I wake up to ass n titties
I pay the back for tennis
VVS' On My Chain Youn' Ni**a
Sip on purple ion't feel pain Youn' Ni**a
Ace of Spade I make it rain Youn' N**a
You talkin' sh*t, grab the choppa, let It stang Youn' Ni*gga
Hunnid Thou' for a show, I'm gettin' paid now
See you drown f**kin' hoe, can't ride my wave nah
Through Cartier glasses I see the shade
Put a ni**a in line, f*ck a tape up n a fade haan
Mami chula a cuban and she's my link though...
Chinga tu madre, you get my lingo?
Brokeboy better leave em', he just a gringo
Dopeboy just lost the leaf like where the green go?
Roddy Ricch finna leap and ''Feed Tha Streets'' whoa
Lil' Bobby a snitch finna leave the heat no...
''Young Guerrilla'' I'm an Ape ahn...
And I'm just smilin' in my wraith ahn...
My bank digits more than ahn...
Now get the f**k up out my face yaya
Chorus :
All my ni**as toast up, pour some lean in my cup ya...
Ain't nobody show me love, when I was comin' up nah...
Now she wanna kiss n hug, on top my Gucci rug ya...
And I told that b*tch I loved her but ion't really give a f**k nah...
Bridge :
VVS' on my chain yeah!
Popped a ni**a now he ''Brain Dead''
Off the molly we weren't aimin', aimin'
Amen...
(Pour some lean in my cup yea yea)
Ending Chorus :
All my ni**as toast up, pour some lean in my cup ya...
Ain't nobody show me love, when I was comin' up nah...
Now she wanna kiss n hug, on top my Gucci rug ya...
And I told that b*tch I loved her but ion't really give a f**k nah...