Rust lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah (Uh), yeah (Yeah), uh-uh
Yeah (Uh-uh), yeah (Uh-yeah)
Yeah (Uh-uh), yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, I just had a show in Miami, that ho on my phone sayin', "Let me in"
And I been f*ckin' these n*ggas hoes, I be feelin' so bad when they let me hit
"Man, I just got bodied by a seventeen year-old, man, I f*ckin' hate that kid"
They be twenty-seven actin' like a three year-old, you can't even fake that sh*t
Ayy, heard you got shot and that's tough, mm
Got my b*tch with me when I'm countin' up
All you n*ggas be broke, you not countin' enough
Play with gang, little n*gga, you bound to get touched
In L.A. with lil' Bino, we ballin' like Chino
If he wanna play, then we turn him to dust
I got cheese like a pizza, these n*ggas be crust
I got back in my bag, had to shake off the rust

[Verse]
Call of Duty, the sniper, it don't got a scope
I'm just shootin' this sh*t like we playin' on Rust
Stupid ho tryna touch on my pockets, I told the ho, "Watch it, I'm only with you for your butt"
Seventeen, I be walkin' in class after f*ckin' an old b*tch I met with lil' Zack at the club
Yeah, that boy wanna be 1500, uh-uh, these n*ggas can't kick it with us
Nah, these n*ggas can't kick it with gang
These n*ggas be broke, they can't hang
She wanna f*ck on the gang, 1500, but most of my n*ggas is not legal age
But f*ck it, she said I'm mature for my age
So f*ck it, I'm f*ckin' that ho anyway
Fly to Chicago, I do my show at Summer Smash
Then pour a four in my damn lemonade (Brr)
No, them n*ggas not touchin' me out there
f*ck it, might blow a bag while I'm out here
I been in Cali' long enough to know what the desert look like, and it look like a drought here
I know that b*tch wanna f*ck, girl, I'm right here
Goin' too fast so my car be in lightyears
I got some buzz to my name like I'm Lightyear
Last year's cool, man, it's lookin' like my year (Uh)
That lil' boy broke want a feature, so I asked that lil' n*gga, "Where the payment?" (Uh)
That lil' ho want me to wife but I swear to God, she don't know what my name is (Uh)
Shoot this sh*t right in they face and then wave at they ass, b*tch, I'm feelin' like Damian (Uh)
Can't rock the same sh*t every day, I don't got sh*t to say, b*tch, they already flamed 'em (Uh)
b*tch, I don't got sh*t to do with these n*ggas
That's word to bro, I'm not cool with these n*ggas
I'm Mister Twenty-Ball, walk around with that twenty piece on me, I'm shootin' these n*ggas
Talkin' online, b*tch, you losin' me, n*gga
Swear these n*ggas be clout fiends
Every time I drop a song, all these n*ggas be listenin' like, "It's about me"
And I'm doin' these hoes very wrong, got your b*tch on my phone like, "You forgot about me"
All my money spread out on the floor, count it up like I got a degree in accountin'
Every time that I'm doin' a show, get a check and I'm sendin' that sh*t to my route team
I'm the richest one out of my city, on God, and it still be some n*ggas that's doubting
[Chorus]
Damn, I just had a show in Miami, that ho on my phone sayin', "Let me in"
And I been f*ckin' these n*ggas hoes, I be feelin' so bad when they let me hit
"Man, I just got bodied by a seventeen year-old, man, I f*ckin' hate that kid"
They be twenty-seven actin' like a three year-old, you can't even fake that sh*t
Ayy, heard you got shot and that's tough, mm
Got my b*tch with me when I'm countin' up
All you n*ggas be broke, you not countin' enough
Play with gang, little n*gga, you bound to get touched
In L.A. with lil' Bino, we ballin' like Chino
If he wanna play, then we turn him to dust
I got cheese like a pizza, these n*ggas be crust
I got back in my bag, had to shake off the rust

[Outro]
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo