Survey lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Power)
Let me talk to 'em
b*tch
Yeah
Mm-hmm

[Chorus]
You gotta know the b*tch ain't really yours, it's just your turn
I don't talk to 12, cuff me up and call my law firm
Might hit a n*gga pint, later on, he gon' have heartburn
All that keepin' it real gon' get you played, that's what I learned
Ayy, I'ma die alone, just how I was born
I changed the color of this Crush, man, this b*tch was orange
They tryna verify them taxes, I just got the form
In five days, we in action, this sh*t really goin'

[Verse 1]
I don't even got losin' in my vocabulary
I bought a whole page of black cards and got Mariah Careys
The sh*t a n*gga got planned, it's gon' be legendary (Uh-huh)
I'm into gaming, you just talk about it, doin' commentary (Man)
If we keepin' it a hundred, n*ggas' time comin'
If the boys hit the spot, they ain't gon' find nothin'
Ayy, f*ck ten, I'm like thirty steps ahead (Uh-huh)
I'm in love with the field, wipin' down me with heads (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Both them hoes for me, bro, I don't do no two-mans
Tryna attach a whole two hundred, send her in like Susanne
And I'm doin' PSEs fresh, that b*tch can have no chance
I'm sendin' off the whole bag until I get the Zelle band

[Verse 2]
Your favorite rapper rockin' moissanite, that ain't my business, though
I just wanna watch my n*ggas ball, I'm Tom Thibodeau
That spicy-ass sh*t you smokin' on, that sh*t oregano
Just got that one call from my plug, he leavin' México (Come on)
Bodies droppin', n*ggas gettin' rolled
Puff puff passin' n*ggas, R.I.P. them hoes (b*tch)
That [?] in Trader Joe's and debit card on Lowes (Uh-huh)
Been doin' three thousand a day while my drops on hold
I got fidelity, makin' a mobile 1K
Yeah, we walkin' that sh*t on Monday
Just ordered eight phones, now they want me to do a survey (Come on)
The bank gave me half blue cheese and salsa verde (Green)

[Chorus]
Both them hoes for me, bro, I don't do no two-mans
Tryna attach a whole two hundred, send her in like Susanne
And I'm doin' PSEs fresh, that b*tch can have no chance
I'm sendin' off the whole bag until I get the Zelle band (Damn)
You gotta know the b*tch ain't really yours, it's just your turn
I don't talk to 12, cuff me up and call my law firm
Might hit a n*gga pint, later on, he gon' have heartburn
All that keepin' it real gon' get you played, that's what I learned
Ayy, I'ma die alone, just how I was born
I changed the color of this Crush, man, this b*tch was orange
They tryna verify them taxes, I just got the form
In five days, we in action, this sh*t really goin'
[Outro]
Mm-hmm, yeah
Let me talk to 'em