[Chorus]


I don't got no bae, focus on the payroll

Thirty hundred on my neck and they stay gold

Got 30K on my wrist ’cause my song sold

Dropping songs, making pay, I be going gold

I don't got no bae, focus on the payroll

Thirty hundred on my neck and they stay gold

Got 30K on my wrist 'cause my song sold

Dropping songs, making pay, I be going gold


[Verse 1]


See a lil’ boy tryna make a diss, but I pull with a stick, end your life

That's it

You know that I'm lit, can't see me through tint

You try to diss me then I'm sending them hits

Why are you still talking to me, you get all your clothes from the

Dollar Tree

When flex, you begging me "please", look at my RB, these are the

Keys

Lil' boy you lied, said that I cried

Said I was fried, told me to suicide

Boy, why you want me to die, you say you hate but you definitely

Lie

Ice be drip when I'm walking, bought a car in an auction

Please tell me why you still talking? How you know my name then

You must be stalking


[Chorus]


I don't got no bae, focus on the payroll

Thirty hundred on my neck and they stay gold

Got 30K on my wrist ’cause my song sold

Dropping songs, making pay, I be going gold

I don’t got no bae, focus on the payroll

Thirty hundred on my neck and they stay gold

Got 30K on my wrist 'cause my song sold

Dropping songs, making pay, I be going gold


[Verse 2]


I got the hay, I got the hay, I got the hay, don’t want your bae

I got the hay, I got the hay, I got the hay, wrist 100K

'Bout to pull up like horseback, got all this hay in my backpack

You scared, run like back-back, quack quack like Aflac

You fake flex, connect the dots, when you see me on the the street

Your heart stop

Going too like the Trop Trops, Glock make you go "POP POP"

"Lil Horse what you be browsing?", when I spit better get the cows

In

Bling on my neck, cost a couple thousand

Making hits, while you stay drowsing


[Chorus]


I don't got no bae, focus on the payroll

Thirty hundred on my neck and they stay gold

Got 30K on my wrist 'cause my song sold

Dropping songs, making pay, I be going gold

I don’t got no bae, focus on the payroll

Thirty hundred on my neck and they stay gold

Got 30K on my wrist 'cause my song sold

Dropping songs, making pay, I be going gold


[Verse 3]


Young boy pulling up in an old Benz, lil' boy, you flexing with a

Couple tens

Everybody make a song from my trends

Pull up with a stick then your life end

I be shooting that Uzi, shooting shots like Chewie

Boy I'm a dog no Snoopy, I'm flexing and getting that booty


[OUTRO]


(Know I'm Lil Horse, pull up a drop top Porche)

(Put a kick on my foot, came from nothing, haters shook)

(Bomb me like North Korea, bomb you a Navy Seal)

(Mess with me, I am for real, you get me I'll make you feel)