Portfolio lyrics

[Intro]
(No way, Hozay)
(Turn me up, Juu)
Still keep it out in public, I be still thuggin', uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Hey, Juu, uh-uh
Uh-uh

[Verse]
Still keep it out in public, I be still thuggin'
I can't let them n*ggas put me under, so I'm steady clutchin'
I been out and huntin' for that bag, n*ggas still bluffin'
n*ggas only hatin' 'cause I'm buzzin', never killed nothin'
I was out here chasin' for a b*tch until she turned her back
Bae, if you don't know me by now, then you gon' lose your spot
I know I can f*ck any b*tch I want 'cause I got them racks
Shooter steady trippin' and killin', I call him Mad Max
Every time I got out to Cali, I go get me a pack
Let the plug throw a bad batch and I'ma throw it back
I don't give a f*ck about this sh*t, but I'ma need them racks
Try to play with that and I'ma f*ck around and get you shot, yeah, yeah
Lot of dead bodies in my pocket make my pants sag
Let me peep the lick, I set my glizzy on his man ass
Why would I respond to the opps with they fan ass?
Wasn't with me from the start, then get the f*ck off of my bandwagon
Some n*ggas sayin' I wasn't sh*t when I gave 'em my last
I can't keep on blowin' through this money, I'm a f*ckin' dad
Shot at me and missed, you know that sh*t just got me f*ckin' mad
Ain't no stoppin' hits until we put 'em in the f*ckin' past
We spinnin' and hoppin', hop out the car, but we took off the tag
Better be duckin', they shootin' Dracs or that's gon' be his ass
This African n*gga hit BOA for like fifty-two bands
Don't do it, but how the f*ck n*ggas broke if they could catch a scam?
Uh, manifestin' about that Urus, I want me a Lam
n*ggas ain't playin' with me period, my youngins'll spazz
Then make a diss track with visuals, that's you n*ggas' plan
I celebrate 'bout what I got 'cause I come from the sand
I want a b*tch, but I can't even get a chance
Tote a glizzy, I got GG on my chain stamped
Caught a n*gga off the lake while he was tryna vamp
He caught everything I threw, call me the people's champ
I'm missin' Popeye every day, I know he know I miss him
You n*ggas outside 'cause the n*ggas locked up the ones official
Thinkin' 'bout Pop, holdin' my Drac', now I'm thinkin' 'bout killin'
I'm ridin' presidential with Drizzy while I'm tourin' my city
Got a lot of Dracs, but I ain't get a deal with OVO
That b*tch kept on lyin', started lookin' like Pinocchio
b*tch runnin' her lip, so I call her a karaoke ho
Before I keep a b*tch, I'ma have to see her portfolio
[Outro]
(Turn me up, Juu)