Lyrics
You don’t know me, don’t talk about me (talk about)
You don’t know me, yeah, don’t tell me shit
Ice on my fuckin’ neck, man, I’m leakin’
Anytime bitches see me they like, “Ahh”
Smoke got me chokin’ like
How I got the game, I just do what I like
I’m just in my lane, I do what I like
I’m a problem child, I’m so fuckin’ wild
Do my shit on purpose, I don’t apologize
Mind your words when you talk, I won’t let it slide
Pop out at the show, tell them rave, they go, “Yeah”
Scared of me with a camera just makin’ vlogs
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Step in that bitch with a “what are those?” (Step in that bitch)
Step in that bitch with a fuckin’ whoa (uh, step in that bitch)
My pocket full, man, it’s bankrolls
You don’t know me, don’t talk about me (talk about what?)
You don’t know me, yeah, don’t tell me shit (hell nah)
Ice on my fuckin’ neck, man, I’m leakin’ (man, I’m ,what?)
Anytime bitches see me they like, “Ahh”
You don’t know me, don’t talk about me (don’t talk)
You don’t know me, yeah, don’t tell me shit (don’t tell me shit)
Ice on my fuckin’ neck, man, I’m leakin’ (man, I’m leakin’)
Anytime bitches see me they like, “Ahh”
He’s a visionary
Um, he knows exactly what he wants at all times
Which is very, very helpful
Um, he’s very disciplined, almost militant
He’s a kind person, um, loyal
He’s funny, he’s a true artist
He’s always very true to himself
And I think to me he’s original
Um, Rema never compensates
Oh, this person is doing this or that, I want to do it
They tryna put me in a box (they tryna put me in a, what?)
They tryna put me in a box (oh my God, oh my God)
You niggas owe me my respect (you niggas owe me my shit)
Tryna compare me to the rest
Shit, I’m tired, on God
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