You a critic, boy, shut the fuck up
I´m a freak ho, hit her, dawg, and I´m in the cut
She on white, ´cause I energize her way too much
If we got up on a pic, ho, it´s time to pick it up, up, up, up

And my neck King Tut, ah-ha-ha
I go up with the goons if I must, ah-ha-ha
And my bitch always catch a nut, ah-ha-ha
Double D´s, but she throw the B´s up, ah-ha-ha
Ayy, this that big road rage, this ain´t one-way street
Time to flip the regime, welcome to the new me
She don´t know when I land, but she know when I leave
This that raw and uncut, this that young Hykeem
Bitch, dressed in Vogue, she´s a slim one, woah
Don´t front, you was just where I live, woah, woah
Ho, my cousin elevator in his crib, woah, woah
Ho, my baby pictures probably on his fridge, woah, woah

It´s a lot of sponge around me

Lot of sons around me, real ones are drowning
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho
It´s a lot of funds around me
Rap sons around me, get the fuck from ´round me
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho

They playin´ right long, they ain´t talkin´ on the phone
We got Telfar bags, what´s your taste level on?
Mine is pgLang, no, you didn´t hear wrong
Ho, that bag thirteen-hundred, take your peachy ass home
Oh, you a sidekick, ho? Your Luigi ass on
Say he takin´ care of you, he just cut the gas on
Okay, baby, get your money, hit me when you´re back on

I´m jaded to the hustle, prove my critic ass wrong

It´s a lot of sponge around me
Lot of sons around me, real ones are drowning
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho
It´s a lot of funds around me
Rap sons around me, get the fuck from ´round me
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho

Your last one told me that she ´bout to bounce back
I give her backstrokes, ew, now she mad
Oh, you really thought you had one? You ain´t had to sweat one
Won the folks hearts, several million for my last one

Listen boys, listen up, listen quick
If your bitch ain´t black, don´t pose for the pic
Deep down we all know the hoes really hate that shit
Fuck that ordinary bitch, get you an insane bitch
I´m a philosopher, she a brain doctor
​pg headquarters, in the field playin´ soccer
Heart of the team, number ten on my locker
Ayy, you niggas silly, boy, hot sauce on your , boy
What you look like flyin´ in? Stay your ass in null and void
Told myself these hoes ain´t shit and niggas always makin´ noise
Had to flip ten million with ´em, big investments with the (Woo)

It´s a lot of sponge around me

Lot of sons around me, real ones are drowning
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho
It´s a lot of funds around me
Rap sons around me, get the fuck from ´round me
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho