I heard they lookin' for me, know I got that shit, it's on the way Humble beast, but ever turn me up, I got some shit to say Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my plate What they doin'? Talkin' shit They still mad I'm poppin' shit Kicked the door down on them people, I got tired of knockin', bitch What they doin'? Talkin' shit They still mad I'm poppin' shit I heard they lookin' for me, know I got that shit, it's on the way Humble beast, but ever turn me up, I got some shit to say Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my plate Livin' in the suburbs, but you know I'm good in any hood I was taught to stand on business, so everything be overstood Countin' all this paper, smokin' papers, you can keep your 'wood They talkin' 'bout what I'm not doin', but what I'm doin', they wish they could In school, they gave me 180, now it's 180 on the dash Traffic in that C8, police get behind me, do 'em bad Somehow, I be in at best when them bitches make me mad Feelin' like prune juice, I got that shit for a nigga ass Lookin' back all I been through, shit gon' damn near make me cry If I was to crash out right now, would you be my ride or die? You told me: Keep it real, I think you'll like it better when I lie They say I smoke too much, I think they'll like me better when I'm high They say what you do in the dark gon' always come back to the light They caught that boy in broad day, he didn't get to see that night You ain't even spend no money, how you tryna spend a night? You see how this man do his hoes, why you tryna be his wife? What they doin'? Talkin' shit They still mad I'm poppin' shit Kicked the door down on them people, I got tired of knockin', bitch What they doin'? Talkin' shit They still mad I'm poppin' shit T-up even harder for the times they had me fucked up I got plays for days like Tyler Perry, bitch, I'm up, up Money's tall, so all of y'all should really shut the fuck up And, bitch, I'm from the trenches, I don't hang with hoes that stuck up If it wasn't for them thirsty niggas, you hoes wouldn't be nobody That lovin' niggas shit be so dead, them niggas be out they body Do shit at my own pace, and every time, them bitches call me I gotta turn it up a notch, I just got off the phone with Gotti What they doin'? Talkin' shit They still mad I'm poppin' shit Kicked the door down on them people, I got tired of knockin', bitch Ain't no monkey in the middle, GloRilla, who you rockin' with? Don't even stop at red lights, what make you think you stoppin' this?