Never Been Average lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, pfft)

[Chorus]
Had your ho top me up after a long day (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, I put the B in the bank (Skrrt)
Ayy, BB on my ma’f*cking waist, okay (Skrrt)
Ayy, I f*cked on your b*tch, okay
She wan’ have my kids, okay (Okay, okay)
Had to chill on the Tris, okay (Okay)
(Zaytoven)
Diamond rocks, look at my fist, okay (Let's go)

[Verse 1]
I ran this sh*t up independently (What?)
I been had more guap than my enemies (Yeah)
I dropped that ho, now that b*tch dead to me (Bop)
I ain’t answering questions, no Jeopardy!
F-F-f*ck out my way, lil' n*gga get left
And that new SRT, it take off like a jet
I couldn’t calculate how much I spend, but it's more than you make, that's a hundred percent
f*ck you mean? I ran up a check (Mean)
VETEMENT jeans, cost a stack (Yeah)
You can't see me when I pull up, all black
You broke, I’m rich, know that for a fact
Got this ho on a leash, lil' bro take her back
I do not wan’ have her heart in my hands (Heart in my hands)
VS1 diamonds on me and they dance (Oh yeah)
Keep a semi pointer on me like lens (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I get them racks on my own, give a f*ck 'bout a label, don’t need no advance (Damn)
I-I ain’t no dummy, I got a lil' money then I spent that sh*t right on land
Ayy, every time 6 poppin' out, need the Prada, Chanel on my ma’f*cking pants (Woah, woah, skrrt, skrrt)
n*ggas don’t wan' talk 'bout money 'cause 6 really quick to go back out them bands (Uh)
This b*tch she wanna suck di*k and I let her 'cause she got unlimited hands (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Lil' b*tch she wanna pull up to the function, I tell her come bring her lil' friends (Bring her lil' friends)
I'm in New York, I might link up with Lunch', and put grabba leaf all in my plans (Huh)
Ran up a milli' at sixteen, "The World is Ours" tat', put that sh*t on my hand (Damn)

[Verse 3]
Bullets they hot, they might give him a tan (Brr, boop)
600, but I f*ck on 10’s (Damn)
I was down bad, n*gga, never again (What?)
A young n*gga, went Cartier lens (Yeah)
Hop out the Scat', that do more than the dash (What?)
Put Louie V' right on my ass (What?)
Ayy, I might catch a lil' advance on the cash and spend this sh*t right up in Saks (Yeah)
No matter what they gon’ say, never been average, they never could say I ain’t have it (What?)
I f*cked this b*tch once, disappeared like it's magic, just granted her wish like Aladdin (Okay)
You say you love me, then my name, get it tatted
I'm done with this b*tch, you can have it, ayy (Yeah)
Heard he want smoke, then them boys better match it 'cause all of my n*ggas ‘bout action (C'mon, all about action)

[Chorus]
Pfft, had your ho top me up after a long day (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, I put the B in the bank (Skrrt)
Ayy, BB on my ma’f*cking waist (Skrrt)
Ayy, I f*cked on your b*tch, okay (Okay)
She wan’ have my kids, okay
Had to chill on the Tris, okay
Diamond rocks, look at my fist, okay (Look at my fist, okay)
I know I said what I said, b*tch don't take it the wrong way (Wrong way)
Ayy, twin flippin' them bricks, okay (Brr, brr, okay)
That jugg finna hit, okay (Brr)
I turned that ho all different ways
She just wanna see how I taste (She do)
I'm balling so hard, NBA
Ayy, I don’t want the sex, give me face (Yeah, brr, brr, bop)
[Verse 4]
She on her knees, Colin Kaepernick (Bop)
I digress, hold up man I’m back in it (Bop)
I wear VETEMENT swag, ain’t no jackin' this (Bop)
I'm like Kobe, the rock I ain’t passin' this (Yeah)
I'm a ball hog, b*tch ain’t no passin' this
I eat good every day like I’m breakin' fast
My OG movin' weight just like Breaking Bad
I'm like, "What I can say just to make her mad?"
I ball hard like Tracy McGrady dad
Rock all white like crack in the 80’s, man
I got chips on chips like I’m Brady, man
n*ggas washed up, somethin' like AD, man
I-I-I never move with a f*ckin' plan (Bop)
I told my brother to stick to the plan (Ayy)
Your b*tch on my di*k like a super fan
Just like Nike, told brother, "Let do it, man" (All about action, all about action)

[Chorus]
Had your ho top me up after a long day
Ayy, I put the B in the bank (Skrrt)
Ayy, BB on my ma’f*cking waist (Bop)
Ayy, I f*cked on your b*tch, okay (Okay)
She wan’ have my kids, okay
Had to chill on the Tris, okay
Diamond rocks, look at my fist, okay (Look at my fist, okay)
Ayy, I-I-I know I said what I said, b*tch don't take it the wrong way (Wrong way)
Twin flippin' them bricks, okay
That jugg finna hit, okay (Huh)
I turned that ho all different ways, okay (Yeah)
She just wanna see how I taste (She do)
I'm balling so hard, NBA
Ayy (Zaytoven)
I-I-I don’t want the sex, give me face
[Outro]
Gang
Ayy (I don't want the-, give me face)
Ayy (Yeah)
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