Selfmade Noah Self Paid (feat. Ak Bandamont)
How you ain't touchin' cheddar but was raised with rats
Like you foldin' under pressure, just check the stats
You the type to lay low, I'm the type to blow back
You the type to go slow, in a track I'm movin' fast
It's no face, no case, so I came with mask
Heard yo killers got erased, tryna play with mags
You gettin' chased with a laser like we playin' tag
Get you faced up out a swisher, don't ever think it's cap
Y'all tryna get a feat, but where the fund's at
Known to push your shit in, just like a thumbtack
You left me at my lowest, bitch, so don't run back
Through the storm like a soldiеr, we just ain't the same
Sеlfmade I'm self-paid, like I could never change
Y'all ain't know me, just wait until I hit the stage
Y'all ain't really hearin' me, we ain't on the same page
I said, f..ck a layup, cause I'm bout to hit from range
You gon need five guards, you tryna catch a fade
You gon' need a NASCAR if you tryna race
Bullets big as f..ck, better duck before it hit your face
Ain't no neighborhood dealer, I'm trappin' in and out of state
Ho, just made a lethal play
I got that soft shit for your nose, the diesel in your veins
They can't wait to see the neighborhood hero pop out in a wraith
Finna hit Florida, hit Puerto Rico, for the illest cane
Nigga, my whippers doin' numbers, that's your kitchen can't
Thousand dubs on me, I need huns, I'm finna hit the bank
Pop a nigga, f..ck around, kick this kid, cause he was in the way
Hit a block party, passin' out testers, like a piece of cake
I pressed this shit with lay a nigga out, he gon' be here for days
When that dog bite, it's jaw lock, it need to see a cage
This nigga ain't sippin' lean at all, I hit it with an eight
I hate to miss a shot, but make me happy when it penetrate
Ayy, it show back wildin'
Gave this bitch the dick gave her the boot, because she mad wildin'
Hit the pussy, go 100 miles per hour Like I'm a bad driver
The pussy good, she knock the nigga out I guess I'm a bad fighter
Told my other bitch, I'm out of town She said, bad tryin'
Fuck around, left location off for an hour shit I'm a bad liar
She said she done hittin' the road for me but she back drivin'
Got some new Ross flood emotion, so we can stack higher
Hit this nigga, but gotta dry it off, I need a fast car
Bitch, I'm a cash magnet, I grew up a trap star
Out of town, servin' fake medics, I need a Jaguar
I'll split your car and have it take pictures, bitch, it's Mad Ark
On some shit you wouldn't know, overseas, meetin' trappers
Bitch, I'm off that ack, we out here makin' slappers
With some demons campin' out, I think I need a pastor
You dissin' shut your mouth, for I put you in a plaster
Feds up in the rear, like I gotta move it faster
That ass movin' slow, bitch, you gotta move it faster
Bad bitch in the crib, and she callin' me her master
Straight to givin' brain, I ain't even have to ask her
Said you gon' crash, I'll pop out bulletproof Raptor
I'm bouta strike you out, like where's the next batter
Made a feat with Ak, I'm steady climbin' that ladder
I'm chasin' a bag, just wait until the next chapter
Q5, I got it tuck, like where the cash at
I do this shit for real, I ain't f..ckin' with that rap cap
500 off the slip, put it all up as a blackjack
Gotta steady out the wheel, I'm swervin' in a fast cat
You still touchin' yo first K, like I'm way past that
I said, f..ck it, I got the bussin' on the cash app
Heard you talkin' on my name, pull up in a black mask
Before I knock your ass out, you better slap