No Point

I know they mad, these niggas livid

I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid

No point intended, I just made a quarter milly

Invested in me, shit I worked so hard to get it

Got tunnel vision, they won't knock me off my pivot

They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it

I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid

I'm poppin' shit, I got 'em mad, these niggas livid

No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes

Don't guess they pretty, I'ma wake up and go get it

Came from trappin', nigga having like I'm scammin'

My bitch so classy, ass so fat don't need no panties

The plug didn't show no love, we ran off, he was taxin'

I fuck her on the floor, I put racks in that mattress

And my bitch a diva, ayy

She bad like a cheetah, ayy

And she mad I just beat her, ayy

In that pussy Ike Tina, ayy

Came from whipping up Tina, ayy

Get you pressed like a Kleenix, ayy

They dig my demeanor, hey

My bitch got a bag, come from Birkins

These ain't tinted lil nigga, these curtains

I ain't fuck with you when I was hurting

So I don't fuck with you when I be splurging

Where the fuck was you when I was lurking?

Could've been doing numbers like jersey

Got my feet on they neck, show no mercy

Bitch don't tell me my shirt made in Persian

Sorry no, sorry no apology

She give me head like she knowledge me

I know my mama so proud of me

I am so fly like a pilot be

Bitch turned me to a savage

Shoes came handcrafted

AMG, 4Matic

No point intended, I just made a quarter milly

Invested in me, shit I worked so hard to get it

Got tunnel vision, they won't knock me off my pivot

They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it

I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid

I'm poppin' shit, I got 'em mad, these niggas livid

No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes

Don't guess they pretty, I'ma wake up and go get it

Soon as I open my eyes I'm going to get it

This money keep calling

Went to sleep in the trap house, woke up in a new foreign

Shows coming in back to back, swear to god it feel like I'm tourin'

Label keep trying to get at me, I don't answer, I just ignore them

Dripping on them niggas on a daily basis

Givenchy laces, Tom Ford specs

R-E-S-P-E-C-T me, I'ma die for my respect

I'm a young OG, from the streets

I been going crazy in Givenchy, I been poppin'

Yesterday we had a full shoot out in the 'partments

The police say they know what I be doing, they can't stop it

I told 'em I'm a rapper, ain't no trappin', I'm an artist

Hundred racks stuffed inside these Balmain denims

Screaming free all of my dawgs

If they get jammed I come and get 'em

Some of this shit I can't believe, I be like look at me

Man this shit was just a dream, now I get twenty racks to speak

No point intended, I just made a quarter milly

Invested in me, shit I worked so hard to get it

Got tunnel vision, they won't knock me off my pivot

They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it

I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid

I'm poppin' shit, I got 'em mad, these niggas livid

No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes

Don't guess they pretty, I'ma wake up and go get it

• Artist:Kollision
• Album:Better Than Yesterday