(+) Dreamville - Under The Sun ft. J. Cole, DaBaby, Lute (Official Music Video)
If you miss me
And you can't find
I done seen it all my god
Yeah
I done seen it all my god I swear
Uh uh
Nothing new under the sun
Nobody fucking with son
I got a couple of sons a couple of guns
A couple of niggas that bust up
The party and fuck up the fun
She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend
She ig' ing you while we fucking for fun
I got her suckin' her thumb that's my lil' baby
She call me daddy like grandmama baby
If this sunday dinner my hand on her gravy
I been on the craziest wave
If I'm on the stage
An m is my minimum wage
This ain't no kennel behave
Niggas is with all that barking
We send 'em a stray
So in a way we the dogcatchers
How many bullets your dawg catchin'?
Sawed off raw dog fashion
Hauled off hope god catch him damn
I woke up for some money
Ayy lil' bitch
Too many opps in here
Tell me who you with ayy
Potato over my gun
I move in silence 'cause niggas
Be clocking my funds
When they should keep eye on they bitch
'Cause baby girl coming with son
Niggas be judging my moves
But please tell me what have you done?
My cousin might air out the party for fun
Pistol grips get to squeezing
Wish a nigga would like liam neeson
I don't even need a reason
Loyalty over treason
Bitch nigga come and see me
Put some respect on my name
What side of my city I claim
I try to stay in my lane
Took my advance and put a cold piece
On them thangs
I'm beatties ford 'til the wheels fall
Know some niggas probably pissed off
Who would thought I made it this far?
Gold mouf bitch fuck 'em all
I woke up for some money ayy lil' bitch
Too many opps in here tell me who you with
I just put diamonds on all of my teeth
Now they probably think I ain't intelligent
In the homicide unit interrogation
Asking questions you know I ain't tell 'em shit
Bitches call me a jock all american
I'm at the top of my class with my letterman
I remember back in college
Bitches knocking on my dorm door
I ain't never let 'em in
Now you know that that's cap
Know I hit a few
Ain't no job I'm selling gas like I'm jiffy lube
I had a freak used to fuck
While her boyfriend in class
I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2
No back and forth with these rappers
They mention me dissin' me
No talkin' back I won't mention you
Watch when I come put
That iron on your ass and I dip
They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews
I'm on fire bitch I'm lit
But I'm really cool
Don't acknowledge the shrimps
When they ridicule
They don't come out after dark
Bitch I swim with the sharks
You ain't got enough heart get a bigger pool
Wanna fight but he bigger
I ain't really trippin'
I reach under my shirt grab a bigger tool
I got a glock with a dick
Let's get physical
They gon' be hollerin' out
Rip and they missin' you
They got me started
I might as well finish (Talk your shit nigga)
I'm from charlotte
You know how these niggas do baby
I woke up for some money ayy lil' bitch
Too many opps in here tell me who you with