I Got This (feat. Logic)

La to the md

Couple young motherfuckers

Taking niggas and turning them into samplate

I don't really need nothing but some netflix

And some good head from one of my future exes

Am i sexist, cause i got a bad bitch check list

Really, really ain't my fault cause the social media feeding my urge to splurge

And she like my pics so she want the dick

Got hoes, got hoes, got hoes, for real

Not mine tay-tay (?), all my hoes is real

Young top from the side where them niggas get live

And them hoes wanna roll like them clothes on fire

Oh my, oh my, oh my life, if i don't make it i'll die twice

She cold blooded like twilight

I think she know she my type

I'mma get off on everything, like i'm perverted

Make these niggas shake like we just met in person

And if you gon hate me then that mean i'm worth it

And if you could judge me then that mean i'm perfect

You feel it? got them hook, let me reel in

Fucked up on the ceiling, that's how i'm feeling

She try out like prettylips, getting brain while i peel it, tight

Fuck y'all niggas, i got this, i came here with my clique

This here sound like mosh pit

And your bitch be on my dick

Roll up nigga, i got this

Pour up nigga i got this

One time for your motherfucking mind

When i get it i rip it and every one of a kind

Heat when i rhyme, never heard of it

But i murder the beat when i rhyme

I better take it to another level, know i never settle, shit

Flow incredible, instrumental is edible

Talk a lot of game but this shit ain't credible

What's good, let me live it up, hit it up

Bees up, got your shawty in the crib with her knees up

Ease up, let me bring it down

You the thing now, who the king now

Fuck around and finally got a little bit of bling now

But the money ain't a thing now

Yeah i know the shit sting now,

Rattpack till my paw slap

Take a look at my direction if you wonder where the boss at

Real talk, no false rap

Fuck y'all niggas, i got this, i came here with my clique

This here sound like mosh pit

And your bitch be on my dick

Roll up nigga, i got this

Pour up nigga i got this

Nigga praise to the most high, so fly nigga blow like the bomb why

Oh i've been a bad motherfucker since i got out of the stomach

Feeling like rogue the way i'm killing everything i'm touching

I'm a real nigga, i'm lowkey, bros got hammers like low key

But i ain't reckless, i'm off get neck from a well-respected

Red bone in a lexus hectic

I'm fucked till next semester, got bars

So these hoes gonn call collectors

Job respected, if not all of y'all can form a line

And i'll follow the exit

This rap shit is just a meal ticket

Brown bag with me like a field trip

Treat your bitch like a heel flip

The camera angles pan when the heels click

Fuck y'all niggas, i got this, i came here with my clique

This here sound like mosh pit

And your bitch be on my dick

Roll up nigga, i got this

Pour up nigga i got this