AIGHT lyrics

[Intro]
(Hitkidd what it do man)
(Hitkidd what it do man)
(Hitkidd what it do man)
Yeah
Aye
Get off man (get off man)

[Chorus]
"You've been humble for too long, you gotta pop it"
I'm like "Aight"
"f*ck they feelings if they think you bein' c*cky"
I'm like "Aight"
"Heard he keep that fire, but ion think he gon' pop it"
"Yeah, aight"
Like my b*tches bad, can't even get in my car if she's just aight
"They tryina play with you, like you ain't him or something"
"Okay, thats cool"
("Aight")
Sometimes I go by cash, nd' sometimes I go buy that dude
I'm confident I can't be f*cked with, but I don't mean to be rude
(At all)
Everyday I wake up with a f*ck a n*gga attitude, this my daily mood

[Verse 1]
Feelin' c*cky as the f*ck, they wonder why
Ain't no compеtition, its juss' me vs's myself nd' I
"How it feel to wake up еveryday that mutha f*ckin' guy?"
"sh*t I don't know, to tell the truth; thats just something i'm able to do without havin' to try"
MC Hammer, modern day; i'm feelin' like I can't be touched
Stick under my arm, they think that I broke my leg; this Glock a crutch
Fifty racks around my neck, nd' fifty in my go yall clutch
Mind my business, get my paper; I pop my sh*t nd' do my stuntz
Keep yo foot on necks, sh*t ight bet; im the biggest fish
Inside the sea, these hoes know im the catch
Let with White-Go-Hundred, call my right wrist rose golden baguette
b*tch my money talkin' loud as f*ck, my bankroll got terrets
[Chorus]
"You've been home before too long, you gotta pop it"
I'm like "Aight"
"f*ck they feelings if they think you bein' c*cky"
I'm like "Aight"
"Heard he keep that fire, but ion think he gon' pop it"
"Yeah, aight"
Like my b*tches bad, can't even get in my car if she's just aight
"They tryina play with you, like you ain't him or something"
"Okay, thats cool"
("Aight")
Sometimes I go by cash, nd' sometimes I go buy that dude
Confident I can't be f*cked with, but I don't mean to be rude
(At all)
Everyday I wake up with a f*ck a n*gga attitude, this my daily mood

[Verse 2]
Money getta, fashion killa; nuthin' like yo average n*gga
Bad b*tch hitta, hoe come hitta; keep sh*t P like percs nd' Miller
Biggest dripper, ion f*ck wib her
Dressed up like some typa dealer
n*gga play with him, he pullin' his trigger
Let the chop sing like Bryson Tiller
No tough guy sh*t, but I never been b*tch
He reachin' my sh*t, nd' i'm sending him up
I'm back on they ass, right back on my sh*t
My b*tch be tellin' me i've been bein' too humble
With some pretty lil sh*t, she conceded nd' thick let her eat up the di*k nd' i'm sending her [?]
b*tch i'm as hot as it get, sh*t i'm starting to think i've been livin' my life in a funnel
[Chorus]
"You've been home before too long, you gotta pop it"
I'm like "Aight"
"f*ck they feelings if they think you bein' c*cky"
I'm like "Aight"
"Heard he keep that fire, but ion think he gon' pop it"
"Yeah, aight"
Like my b*tches bad, can't even get in my car if she's just aight
"They tryina play with you, like you ain't him or something"
"Okay, thats cool"
("Aight")
Sometimes I go by cash, nd' sometimes I go buy that dude
I'm confident I can't be f*cked with, but I don't mean to be rude
(At all)
Everyday I wake up with a f*ck a n*gga attitude, this my daily mood