(Hook)
I don't hold the Glock, but I still own the block
I ain't on yet, so b*tch I'm goin off
I be flexin', testin' hoes, I'm showin' off
My girl is everything your hoe is not
(Verse 1)
Young Sasso steal your b*tch like John Stockton
Not related to my bros, Drake & Josh sh*t
Had to prove 'em wrong, if they ever thought I lost it
Get these hoes wet, even if she wearin' Dri-Fit
Yeah
Got these Nike's on my feet
I'm so icy, spittin' heat
I go Michael on the beat
Got a hundred Billie Jeans in my contact list
And if they diss me, I got heat to respond back with
I dish it like a waiter, I'm dissin' on the haters
Gotta f*ck these hoes, she can prolly get it later
Gotta get this green, I'm addicted to the paper
Rapped since I was 14, like a young Derrick Favors, uh
(Hook)
I don't hold the Glock, but I still own the block
I ain't on yet, so b*tch I'm goin off
I be flexin', testin' hoes, I'm showin' off
My girl is everything your hoe is not
(Verse 2)
Sauced up, b*tch my neck is on Heinz
Blowing minds while my b*tches snortin' lines
But I'm spittin 'em, Sasso kill 'em softly, no Brad Pitt
I only see your girl in the car or on my mattress
Lookin' for some D, I just give these hoes my address
My new b*tch hotter, body thicker than my last b*tch
It's my passion, hoe finessin' addict
I'm killin' all the beef, spittin' heat, and smokin' cabbage
And that's the daily, Sasso take your lady
She ain't want a family, but she's tryna have my babies
Tryna get that money, but it never f*ckin' phase me
If my hoe actin up, I'm switchin' to your bae like KD
I'm a show-off, Young Sasso globetrot
Cookin' up the dope in the kitchen on the stovetop
Forgive them God, for they know not
What they did, a cardinal f*ckin' sin, man they really made me go off
(Hook)
I don't hold the Glock, but I still own the block
I ain't on yet, so b*tch I'm goin off
I be flexin', testin' hoes, I'm showin' off
My girl is everything your hoe is not
(Verse 3)
Young Sasso, f*ck your b*tch on the regular
Her man saw me with her, prolly got him extra hurt
I keep it cool with it, I don't really flex for girls
But my house is worth less than my neck is worth
Yeah, and you know they both a lot
I got dawgs up in Canada, and plugs in Bogota
I got girls from the islands, I got girls from the mountains
They see what my bank amount is, sh*t, I can't even count it
My accountant's havin' doubts, talkin' thousands after thousands
Your b*tch wetter than a fountain, she desperate for the power
And the fame, and the money, guess that's just the way it goes
But Jermaine taught me, we don't ever save these hoes, nah
(Hook)
I don't hold the Glock, but I still own the block
I ain't on yet, so b*tch I'm goin off
I be flexin', testin' hoes, I'm showin' off
My girl is everything your hoe is not