Plagiarism lyrics

[Intro]
Damn Tye, you made this b*tch too? The f*ck got into you?
Wop? Why these n*ggas— (I just, nothing wrong)

[Verse]
Wop? Why these n*ggas tryna take your style?
I just bought another car, it go like two-hundred miles
I'm a boss, turtle pie, boy you smokin' paw-paw
Glock in my b*tch purse when we out and about
All jokes aside n*gga, I come and renovate your house
Can you tell me the difference between a rat and a mouse?
He caught two to the throat, I was aiming at his mouth
The workers in Saks text me when the new sh*t coming out
At Neimans, sh*t in Detroit and Atlanta
Why in the f*ck is so much Wock in my Fanta?
Me and my b*tch a boss, both of us gettin' pampered
Spent two hours in Gucci, I done turned it to a habit
Get shot in yo head lil' n*gga for all that cappin'
This a AK-47, I'll shoot you and yo' captain
One-fifty on the freeway, thinkin' if I should go faster
Put some money on yo' car, have that b*tched flipped backwards
n*ggas copy me too good how I know you n*ggas active
b*tch I got real money, I'm not yo average lil' bast*rd
Get a taste of scam money boy, I bet you stop trappin
Boy you n*ggas been fell off, sh*t, I wish y'all stop rappin
And stop beggin' for a feature, you n*ggas broke it ain't happening
I don't know what's wrong with me, I got Prada, Fendi habits
n*ggas really f*cked up wave ridin', sh*t tragic
Put some light change on you, he gon' disappear like magic