For Your Enjoyment/World Champions* lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Trademark!
Whoa

[Chorus]
Oh no, no, please don't act like that, girl, I’m sick of disappointments
Secluded where I'm at, I think you should make appointments
Treat me like the last man, she need me like ointments
I treat this sh*t like it's the last dance, I’m here for your enjoyment
And besides that I'm a
And besides that I'm important
Don't compare me to these n*ggas, they informants (Informants)
All this sh*t we argued 'bout then endеd pointless
Going back in time to the MGM, it got hot as hеll, it's scorching (Yeah)

[Verse]
Said my young n*gga scoring, lace me up I feel like Jordan
I ain't tryna miss that much, (Ayy) and she be tryna mess me up (Yeah)
And she know my back account sh*t going critical, I been tryna flex me up
f*cked around and put four in my blunt, (Yeah) understand that sh*t f*ckin' me up
When I walk in the Citgo I need yellow Backwoods, that honey pack blowin’ me up
Get your b*tch, she keep blowin’ me up
All these n*ggas keep talking they hoeing me, bruh
Got a yellow Lambo' look like Bumblebee, yeah
Remember days I was down on my ass, watching BET awards I’m like, "Damn that's suppose to be us"
And she sick of this lifestyle calling, it was awesome
Up in the morning at 5 AM, don't it get exhausting?
Growin' up I thought I would be a Celtic, ballin’ out in Boston
Fast forward I'm in a penthouse, Beverly Hills and they validated all my parking
You can fit ten beds in this b*tch, it's more than a apartment
Now I got ten white hoes in this b*tch and they all snortin' Shane Dawson
Got a Meagan Good, in my living room, got her smoking za', now she coughing
We be talking loud and living good but it's clear you never do this often
And I can never feel the fake sh*t, nah, you can rarely hear me talking
And you can never reach a spaceship, nah, you can never hear the martian
And now he really gotta make shift, nah, better off committing arson
And they like, "How the f*ck he on the moon now?"
Play for Atlanta like I'm Chandler Parson
If I get a bag, then my bro get a bag, man I swear this sh*t come and go this sh*t regardless
I never been a fan of the click bait, that's word to my fans that I'm a always be a artist
And as long as I've got my lungs I promise I'm always be the hardest
Ain't got enough time for the play, play
I'm a stack my cake and spend it on some new garments
Hold on, let me get back to reality
On the big screen my life is a reality
It's not a drama, nah, my sh*t a comedy
Almost turned into a horror casualty
I think I'm coming back to my reality
I'm on a whole 'nother f*cking galaxy
I'm on a who-o-ole 'nother galaxy (Yeah)
[Bridge]
Go, yeah, yeah
Ha, yeah, yeah, ohh

[Chorus]
Oh no, no, please don't act like that, girl, I'm sick of disappointments (Go)
Secluded where I'm at, I think you should make appointments
Treat me like the last man, she need me like ointments
I treat this sh*t like it's the last dance, I'm here for your enjoyment
And besides that I'm a (Yeah)
And besides that I'm important (Go, go, go)
Don't compare me to these n*ggas, they informants
All this sh*t we argued 'bout then ended pointless
Going back in time to the MGM, it got hot as hell, it's scorching
Yeah, yeah, yeah