(Ayy DeCicco, What Up My Nigga?)
(DeCicco)
I took a dip in the sauce, to end up a boss (Boss)
Carry the weight of my losses, ain't no debating the cost (Cost)
I made it right to the cream, Benjamin Franky on me
Family hating on me, plotting to take it from me
Took a dip (Dip), in the sauce
To end up a boss, never settle for losses (For a loss)
I made it right to the cream, Benjamin Franky on me (Yeah)
Family hate how I eat, plotting to take it from me, ayy
Yes I did it again, I'm on a score streak (Again)
I went over and over again (Over and over again, yeah)
She seen that rover, and say she coming over again (Yeah)
I'm a high roller, we met like I don't know her again (Yeah)
Watch how I pull off the lot, dropping the top (Skrrt)
Culinary ain't the art, but yeah we good with the Pablo (Right?)
Know what to do with the rocky, point at the fool and I pop (Blaat)
I'm the plug, she the sidekick, that's why she steady shopping
Fuck her it's addiction, its physical, I look like a miracle (Miracle)
Jogger fits no Adidas, we got a check on my tennis shoe
How I'm rockin', I don't want no moppin' (Moppin')
We never serve hits, buts that's always what I'm dropping (Dropping)
Took a dip when I drove my first whip(Whip, yeah)
Got my first clip when I packed my first zip (Zip, yeah)
I was taught to keep some Franky on me
That's the only reason why they hate on me
I took a dip in the sauce, to end up a boss (Boss)
Carry the weight of my losses, ain't no debating the cost (Cost)
I made it right to the cream, Benjamin Franky on me
Family hating on me, plotting to take it from me
Took a dip (Dip), in the sauce
To end up a boss, never settle for losses (For a loss)
I made it right to the cream, Benjamin Franky on me (Yeah)
Family hate how I eat, plotting to take it from me, ayy
Everybody hate how I eat they just tryna take it from me
I keep on ballin' and swishin' know that I'm gon' make the league (Yeah)
You run up on me, I'm shooting, I got a Glock with a beam (Yeah)
Ain't no one cool with my team, no you can't move with my team
I just walked up in the party, Xanny got me feelin' nauseous
Ridin' in the 'Rari, please, please proceed with caution (Skrrt)
He was talkin' dumb, 'til I run up and I off him
Money on his head, Hitman, highest offer
Ayy, yo' girl on me, yeah she shake it off me (Yeah)
Suppressor on my Glock, I'ma kill him softly
I been ballin' out, damn right I feel like spartan (Yeah)
Run up, that's okay, I'll be shooting out that Martin
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