Bitch tried playing like I ain't da man
Don't need a scam bitch I still got a band
What part a sincere did you not understand
I don't need a gun bitch I'm good wit my hands
Run up a check bitch supply n demand
Suck my dick bitch n don't use no hands
I'm just f*ckin bitch f*ck is you sayin
All that complaining save dat fa yo man
I'm too sick bitch just call me da plague
I call it a dick yo bitch call it a leg
You say it's the floor I say it's da bed
I let out a shot watch it fill up yo head
Opp steady flexin bitch go take a seat
For I get the shooting put niggaz to sleep
N I got good aim I bet won't miss
N after I do it I go take a piss
I want a milli n I wanna pool
Chillin is cool but I wanna bool
N I gotta tool
It don't follow rules
You get me confused
Then you make da news
I don't got friends, bitch I got shootaz
Play wit my name, dey just might shoot ya
They off dem zans perks n lean
But nah fr... this is not future
Yea it's a crazy world dat we live in
I'm in da club n you cannot get in
Talkin dat shit boy you betta mean it
I ain't never been caught for a reason
If you talk about it better be about it
Send my niggaz come n see about it
First 48 for ya read about it
Heard ya girl single ima see about it
When it's all done she gone tweet about
Yea yea nigga see about it
I was down bad
Talkin 4 pennies
Had 4 glocks that's 4 50's
Had one mask sent 6 shots hit 4 kidneys
Hope folks feel me
Got dem folks wit me
Cause dem folks wit me catch smoke wit me
Dirty yellow even Tylenol
Bullet hit na nigga not at all
Talkin suicide I was poppin pills
That's was back when I was finna sign a deal
Now duckin rec nigga not at all
Call these muthaf*ckas lean n tylonol
Wrench in my pocket walk-in down da hall
Dat was back when Trel was sellin aderale
I was sellin oxy I was sellin perks
Nigga real life Ian never jerk
Same dirty chucks since da 10th grade
Before a nigga got da temp fade
Had razors in a nigga book bag in my left pocket was da switch blade
Fast forward now I eat tracks
In the mustang wit da seats back
Hit up RaeSam for da beat jack
Aye yo Rae come n get this beat back
Burp
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Bitch tried playing like I ain't da man
Don't need a scam bitch I still got a band
What part a sincere did you not understand
I don't need a gun bitch I'm good wit my hands
Run up a check bitch supply n demand
Suck my dick bitch n don't use no hands
I'm just f*ckin bitch f*ck is you sayin
All that complaining save dat fa yo man
I'm too sick bitch just call me da plague
I call it a dick yo bitch call it a leg
You say it's the floor I say it's da bed
I let out a shot watch it fill up yo head
Opp steady flexin bitch go take a seat
For I get the shooting put niggaz to sleep
N I got good aim I bet won't miss
N after I do it I go take a piss
I want a milli n I wanna pool
Chillin is cool but I wanna bool
N I gotta tool
It don't follow rules
You get me confused
Then you make da news
I don't got friends, bitch I got shootaz
Play wit my name, dey just might shoot ya
They off dem zans perks n lean
But nah fr... this is not future
Yea it's a crazy world dat we live in
I'm in da club n you cannot get in
Talkin dat shit boy you betta mean it
I ain't never been caught for a reason
If you talk about it better be about it
Send my niggaz come n see about it
First 48 for ya read about it
Heard ya girl single ima see about it
When it's all done she gone tweet about
Yea yea nigga see about it
I was down bad
Talkin 4 pennies
Had 4 glocks that's 4 50's
Had one mask sent 6 shots hit 4 kidneys
Hope folks feel me
Got dem folks wit me
Cause dem folks wit me catch smoke wit me
Dirty yellow even Tylenol
Bullet hit na nigga not at all
Talkin suicide I was poppin pills
That's was back when I was finna sign a deal
Now duckin rec nigga not at all
Call these muthaf*ckas lean n tylonol
Wrench in my pocket walk-in down da hall
Dat was back when Trel was sellin aderale
I was sellin oxy I was sellin perks
Nigga real life Ian never jerk
Same dirty chucks since da 10th grade
Before a nigga got da temp fade
Had razors in a nigga book bag in my left pocket was da switch blade
Fast forward now I eat tracks
In the mustang wit da seats back
Hit up RaeSam for da beat jack
Aye yo Rae come n get this beat back
Burp
Don't need a scam bitch I still got a band
What part a sincere did you not understand
I don't need a gun bitch I'm good wit my hands
Run up a check bitch supply n demand
Suck my dick bitch n don't use no hands
I'm just f*ckin bitch f*ck is you sayin
All that complaining save dat fa yo man
I'm too sick bitch just call me da plague
I call it a dick yo bitch call it a leg
You say it's the floor I say it's da bed
I let out a shot watch it fill up yo head
Opp steady flexin bitch go take a seat
For I get the shooting put niggaz to sleep
N I got good aim I bet won't miss
N after I do it I go take a piss
I want a milli n I wanna pool
Chillin is cool but I wanna bool
N I gotta tool
It don't follow rules
You get me confused
Then you make da news
I don't got friends, bitch I got shootaz
Play wit my name, dey just might shoot ya
They off dem zans perks n lean
But nah fr... this is not future
Yea it's a crazy world dat we live in
I'm in da club n you cannot get in
Talkin dat shit boy you betta mean it
I ain't never been caught for a reason
If you talk about it better be about it
Send my niggaz come n see about it
First 48 for ya read about it
Heard ya girl single ima see about it
When it's all done she gone tweet about
Yea yea nigga see about it
I was down bad
Talkin 4 pennies
Had 4 glocks that's 4 50's
Had one mask sent 6 shots hit 4 kidneys
Hope folks feel me
Got dem folks wit me
Cause dem folks wit me catch smoke wit me
Dirty yellow even Tylenol
Bullet hit na nigga not at all
Talkin suicide I was poppin pills
That's was back when I was finna sign a deal
Now duckin rec nigga not at all
Call these muthaf*ckas lean n tylonol
Wrench in my pocket walk-in down da hall
Dat was back when Trel was sellin aderale
I was sellin oxy I was sellin perks
Nigga real life Ian never jerk
Same dirty chucks since da 10th grade
Before a nigga got da temp fade
Had razors in a nigga book bag in my left pocket was da switch blade
Fast forward now I eat tracks
In the mustang wit da seats back
Hit up RaeSam for da beat jack
Aye yo Rae come n get this beat back
Burp
Writer: Malik Taylor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid