I Did It lyrics

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
That's what you heard? (You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Alright, n*gga, you seen me call you, n*gga
No, you didn't, bruh
You ain't call me, pus*y
You ain't call me, bruh, don't do me like that, bruh
For real, bruh

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
If a n*gga with me, I got a hundred thousand they gon' rock for
Huh, whew, uh, huh
I'm still showin' y'all n*ggas how to make that cheese and shoot that sh*t
Huh, showin' these industry rappers there's still gangsters around this b*tch
The hood was dry, I got that check and upgraded all the sticks
Huh, know you heard of me, I'm the young n*gga that get your shooter hit
Three hundred thousand in the bag, won't post it
Huh, come through, pus*y, I'm posted
I ain't gotta ask no n*gga for sh*t
Millionaire Fox, pus*y, I'm loaded
I ain't got gotta ask no n*gga for sh*t
Eight cars in my name, I'm loaded
I ain't gotta pay for no f*ckin' security, my whole block on my shoulders

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
'Member smokin' and freestylin' with my n*ggas, now I'm f*ckin' global
Huh, n*gga laughed at me, look at me now, sh*t, I told him
Four hundred on ice, I did, let's do it
Bought some more ice, I did it
Changed my mama's and helped my n*gga's f*ckin' life, I did it
[Verse 2: OT7 Quanny]
Every time I look in the mirror, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (Yeah, I did it)
Every time I look at my wrist, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (Yeah, I did it)
Every time I look at my b*tch, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (Sosa baby)
Every time I look at my whips, I'm like, "Yeah, I did it" (Yeah, I did it)
Now I'm voice of the trenches, uh
We ain't savin' b*tches, uh (We ain't savin' b*tches)
Thousand eight grams in the pot, yeah, I just raised the chicken (Yeah, I just raised the chicken)
I'ma shoot my f*ckin' clip 'til Jayson Tatum in it ('Til Jayson Tatum in it)
And I just broke the bank (I just broke the bank)
I need another safe (I need another safe)
Hrrt, walk him down, he need another face (He need another face)
Did three shows back to back, I made like 90K (Made like 90K)
Real cash getter (Real cash getter), motion-having-ass n*gga (Motion-having-ass n*gga)
I'm a Rick Owen-wearin', Maybach-driving-ass n*gga (Maybach driving-ass n*gga)
A hundred grand nights (A hundred grand nights), first-class flights (First class flights)
Went and bought my own sh*t, this ain't my man ice (This ain't my man ice)
And I just stopped at Citizens, picked one-fifty up (Picked one-fifty up)
You wan' describe me in four words? Sosa rich as f*ck (Sosa rich as f*ck)
Left pocket, right pocket, sh*t on Fat Joe (sh*t on Fat Joe)
When you pull up, Maybach truck, she won't tell you no (She won't tell you no)
Uh-huh, always keep that flame, Sosa Hellboy (Sosa Hellboy)
Biggest house on my block, Uncle Elroy (Uncle Elroy)

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
If a n*gga with me, I got a hundred thousand they gon' rock for
Huh, whew, uh, huh
I'm still showin' y'all n*ggas how to make that cheese and shoot that sh*t
Huh, showin' these industry rappers there's still gangsters around this b*tch
The hood was dry, I got that check and upgraded all the sticks
Huh, know you heard of me, I'm the young n*gga that get your shooter hit
Three hundred thousand in the bag, won't post it
Huh, come through, pus*y, I'm posted
I ain't gotta ask no n*gga for sh*t
Millionaire Fox, pus*y, I'm loaded
I ain't got gotta ask no n*gga for sh*t
Eight cars in my name, I'm loaded
I ain't gotta pay for no f*ckin' security, my whole block on my shoulders