Rod Wave And I Still
Pipe that shit up, TnT
Trae made this beat
Uh, uh
I ain't felt this way in a minute (Uh, uh)
I just blew the roof through the ceiling (Through the ceiling, yeah), uh
I just woke up to another million (Million, yeah)
Finally made my way out of the trenches (Ooh), and I still
Take a brick and break a brick and get it gone, yeah (Yeah)
Take a bitch and break a bitch and send her home, yeah (What else?)
'Bout my brothers, you in trouble, you right that they wrong, yeah (What else?)
All that I know, yeah (What else?), murder she wrote, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (Oh yeah, yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah-yeah, yeah)
Uh, gang-gang forever, I'ma die for my respect, uh
Say my name, whatever, get you popped through a text, uh
Hunnid K or better, I just wrapped it 'round my neck
Johnny Dang, king of bling, I just re-fucked up a check
On the road doin' shows, comin' to your city next
Bunch of bottom boy survivors, be a long way from the jets, uh
It might need some thinkin', and, God, I finally get to flex
Reminisce about hard times right before I bought a jet
And who need a stylist when you got all this money pilin'?
All it took was goddess, a young nigga, but far from childish
Me and Lil J don't get them lows, get 'em gone and then rewind it
You sold four hundred Ps and brought back eight hundred thousand (Yeah)
I ain't felt this way in a minute (Uh, uh)
I just blew the roof through the ceiling (Through the ceiling, yeah), uh
I just woke up to another million (Another million)
Finally made my way out of the trenches (I'm out the trenches), and I still
Take a brick and break a brick and get it gone, yeah (Oh)
Take a bitch and break a bitch and send her home, yeah (Yeah, uh, ooh)
'Bout my brothers, you in trouble, you right that they wrong, yeah
All that I know, yeah, murder she wrote, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Ah, ah)
Yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Okay, uh
What else? Uh
What else? Uh
What else? Uh, yeah
