Figures lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah-boaw-boaw-boaw
Bee, fah, fah

[Verse]
Made a opp disappear, n*gga, like a genie
Your b*tch givin' head, like a beanie
He cap for the net 'cause he won't come see me
I'm signed to the streets, I ain't signing no treatie
And I'm movin' these packs like a motherf*ckin' widget
And I'm spinnin' his block like a motherf*ckin' fidget
You rock hand me down, n*gga, my sh*t fitted
I ain't goin' for nothin', yo' whole block get it
Don't go back there, boy, yo' thot in the back
I came up off a play and I ain't goin' back
Boy, you n*ggas ain't gang, ain't no flag on your back
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch and I'm pulling her tracks
If he keep talkin' sh*t, I'ma send him his b*tch, traps
Me and my gang got big straps
Said he bettеr than me, I don't get that
And yo' man just died, gеt your lick back
You needa get your lick back, n*gga
I'm in New York and I'm countin' up figures
Hundreds and fifty's look good in my pictures
These n*ggas want beef with me just 'cause I'm richer
Lil' Dami going up
I ain't lovin' these hoes, they gon' f*ck up my trust
Gettin' this money a must
If my bro throw the oop, I'ma run that sh*t up
[Outro]
Made a opp disappear, n*gga, like a genie
Your b*tch givin' head, like a beanie
He cap for the net 'cause he won't come see me
I'm signed to the streets, I ain't signing no treatie
And I'm movin' these packs like a motherf*ckin' widget
And I'm spinnin' his block like a motherf*ckin' fidget
You rock hand me down, n*gga, my sh*t fitted
I ain't goin' for nothin', yo' whole block get it
Don't go back there, boy, yo' thot in the back
I came up off a play and I ain't goin' back
Boy, you n*ggas ain't gang, ain't no flag on your back
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch and I'm pulling her tracks
If he keep talkin' sh*t, I'ma send him his b*tch, traps
Me and my gang got big straps
Said he better than me, I don't get that
And yo' man just died, get your lick back
You needa get your lick back, n*gga
I'm in New York and I'm countin' up figures
Hundreds and fifty's look good in my pictures
These n*ggas want beef with me just 'cause I'm richer
Lil' Dami going up
I ain't lovin' these hoes, they gon' f*ck up my trust
Gettin' this money a must
If my bro throw the oop, I'ma run that sh*t up (Gang)