Fit The Mold Lyrics

Always keep a buck, yeah, I wear it on my sleeve

Brodie talkin' like he gangsta, but it's only make-believe

I like a cute bitch who look good without no Maybelline

I'm on that new shit, type of shit that y'all ain't ever seen

Yeah, Face a whole zip, got me high, I'm in that mode

Bro, your pockets ain't shit, I really did it on my own

Some people did me wrong why my heart been growin' cold

Shit, I'm breakin' out the box, cause I didn't fit the mold

Step down, Brodie, why you talkin' like you knowin' some?

Only do me favors just so later I might owe you one

Just out Brodie, but I'm poppin' out in Lebanon

I've been everywhere, I hear 'em talk about what Benny on

I've been sittin' cozy, relaxin', chillin'

If I'm packin' up a cone, I only pass so they can kill it

If that price seem low, then it's raisin' my suspicion

Yea the bud two tone, orange or white like my prescription

We the scum, y'all the bums who just call yourself a team

Got the shoes and they bitch, and wonder why they envy me

Just because we never talk don't make you now my enemy

I'm way too busy in my lane to even look who next to me

Go and hit a money spread, that shit never been a flex to me

I ain't ever percin' why these fuckers keep on pressin' me

Put the guns down just so I can beat 'em senselessly

Yeah, go put the guns down, we can all go back home pleasantly

Always keep a buck, yeah, I wear it on my sleeve

Brodie talkin' like he gangsta, but it's only make-believe

I like a cute bitch who look good without no Maybelline

I'm on that new shit, type of shit that y'all ain't ever seen

Yeah, Face a whole zip, got me high, I'm in that mode

Bro, your pockets ain't shit, I really did it on my own

Some people did me wrong while my heart been growin' cold

Shit, I'm breakin' out the box, cause I didn't fit the mold

Step in somethin' new, shit, I do that on the daily

They been throwin' so much shade, feel I'm facin' off with Brady

With my elegance and grace, every place they always praise me

All the beats that I been buyin' bought my Prod a new Mercedes

Ground is shakin' like a Haiti, but it's only speaker knockz

When I pull up to the show, they like to know what sneak I got

I got the Pumas, Addys, Nikes what I rock

I got the ASICS, NB, closet fully stocked

My show, they gettin' FoMO, yeah, they shoulda coulda, woulda

Yeah, I know what I deserve, a couple thousand just to pull up

Your shawty been with me, don't wonder why you bein' stood up

How you gonna flex to me

Dawg can't even do a push-up

Every day a new hustle, build muscle, smokin' strong

Yeah, the buffs so heavy, need a spot to get 'em on

Yeah, the people love my shit, they wanna spot on my next song

Think I'm Honest Abe, I keep a buck and born the day he gone

Always keep a buck, yeah, I wear it on my sleeve

Brodie talkin' like he gangsta, but it's only make-believe

I like a cute bitch who look good without no Maybelline

I'm on that new shit, type of shit that y'all ain't ever seen

Yeah, Face a whole zip, got me high, I'm in that mode

Bro, your pockets ain't shit, I really did it on my own

Some people did me wrong while my heart been growin' cold

Shit, I'm breakin' out the box, cause I didn't fit the mold