[Chorus]


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

Thirty hundred on my neck and they stay gold

Got thirty 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 thirty on my wrist 'cause my song sold

Dropping songs, making pay, I be going gold


[Verse 1]


See a lil boy's tryna make a diss

But I pull up with a stick and I end your life, thats it

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

You tryna 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 I flex, you begging me please, look at my RV, 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 while I 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 thirty 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 thirty 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 hundred K

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

You scared, run like back, back, quack, quack like Aflack

You fake flex, connect the dots

When you see me on the street, your heart stop

Going to like the Trop Trops, Glock make you go POP POP

Lil Horse, what you be browsing?

When I spit, you better get the cows in

-ing 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 thirty 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 thirty on my wrist 'cause my song sold

Dropping songs, making pay, I be going gold


[Verse 3]


Young boy pulling up in a 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 ends

I be shooting that Uzi, shooting shots like Chewie

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


[Outro]


Know I'm Lil Horse, pull up a drop-top Porsche

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