Don’t Rate Me (feat. Quavo)

Kacey Khaliel (that bitch so crazy)

Oh, oh, oh, ohh

Oh, oh, ohh (ayy, ayy)

Oh, oh, ohh, ohh (yeah)

Pull up in it, they can't afford this

Now check how I get it, they can't record this (yeah, yeah)

Put myself on top a brand new level, I just bought a bigger bezel

Got her, she'll never leave me, know that I'll never let her

Do-re-mi, that money come in purple and blue

Hold on, I had to tell 'em

Don't rate me

It ain't no limit to the things that I do

Now let me talk the blues

The head, I chop 'em, I could vision helicopters

I'ma keep that helicopter, inside green and slimy

Know I'm shinin', but can't count my pockets

They can't stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me

Know that they never could get to me

I got them out like an mini me

Feelin' the symphony, turnin' his head to a centerpiece

Know they gon' try to get rid of me

Vision is seen when I'm plannin' on biddin' me

Concrete body, they ain't tippin' me, tell 'em, "Try and see"

Millionaire, runnin' for a B, they ain't got more bread than me

Paid tuition fees, she bring the head to me

Got fire on my feet (Yeah)

Do-re-mi

That money come in purple and blue

Hold on, I had to tell 'em

Don't rate me

It ain't no limit to the things that I do

Now let me talk the blues

Don't save me

'Cause I'm not savin' you

You better get it, boy

Don't hate me

I'm gon' forever do what I do (yeah, Quavo)

I know you feel me, boy

I gotta Hunchos (cash)

Get you peeled for some blue strips (woo)

Upgraded all my hollows to them blue tips (zuu)

Rated R (yeah)

Lotta violence, nigga, set it off (set it off)

Lotta steppin' in the field (steppin')

Coin toss (uh)

Brick by brick, we built this shit (brick)

Hands on, flip the switch (flip it)

Fuck a bitch (woo), fell in love once and I can't go again (no)

It's YB and 'Cho and we got everybody rich (on God)

Bitch, I play on D and I get everybody hit (uh)

Eight hunnid on the AP, I had to buy that shit (woo)

Ten toes rockin' shit (ten), Nawfside prodigy (Nawf)

Mama told me every time I go up, they gon' hate me (mama)

It's okay, mama, 'cause this Glock don't got safety

Do-re-mi

That money come in purple and blue

Hold on, I had to tell 'em

Don't rate me

It ain't no limit to the things that I do

Now let me talk the blues

Don't save me

'Cause I'm not savin' you

You better get it, boy

Don't hate me

I'm gon' forever do what I do

I know you feel me, boy

(Kacey Khaliel)