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I don't like none of y'all niggas
Talking 'bout guns, you ain't shot none of them bitches
All I want hundreds and fifties
Pray I don't be the defendant 'cause niggas be telling
Nah, it ain't none of my business
Took a lil' break now, it's right back to the business
Smoke and I float through the ceiling
Way above all of these niggas
Shawty got class, say she gon' f*ck with a nigga
I really don't f*ck with a nigga
Say he want beef? Wish good luck to the nigga
I don't get up for a million, need at least five
Then we can talk about business, I feed an army of niggas
I'll get your momma to kill you, I know the cost of the business
It ain't no heart in these niggas, it ain't no truth in them lyrics
It ain't no truth, you can feel it, it ain't no truth in you niggas
Shepherd messiah, gotta reach higher to see me, diamonds is shinin'
Wonder if Stevie can see me, I'll turn your garden to Eden
I get my weed from a demon, I'm smokin' with Jesus
I'll make the devil believe it, I ain't got friends for a reason

I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas, stick on my body
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing, prayin' to God

I keep the peace with these niggas
I'm bringin' Jesus to meet 'em, reach for my cup
I will make sure you believe it
I smell the bitch in you niggas, when niggas get shot
You'll find a bitch in a nigga
Niggas get caught, you'll find a snitch in a nigga
I ain't gon' sleep for a minute
I ain't no man, I'm a menace, I ain't no man, I'm a-
Hol' up, I'm a gentleman
Front row seat at the Wimbledon
Black Tom Hanks, need a billion
No, I can't speak to the middleman
Two white cups, on my shit again
Real big talk for a little man
You can get got for your dividends
Lil' niggas runnin' in your crib again
Comin' to the house like the mailman
Leanin' to the side like a kickstand
Diamonds on my wrist like a wristband
One shot, leave 'em with a shitbag
Two shots, leave 'em with a toe-tag
Three niggas looking for the dope bag
Four pints sealed, I'ma sip that
No, I'm not trippin' on the next man 'cause-

I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas, stick on my body
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing, swear to God
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas, stick on my body
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing, swear to God

I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas
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Haha
Hahahaha

I don't like none of y'all niggas
Talking 'bout guns, you ain't shot none of them bitches
All I want hundreds and fifties
Pray I don't be the defendant 'cause niggas be telling
Nah, it ain't none of my business
Took a lil' break now, it's right back to the business
Smoke and I float through the ceiling
Way above all of these niggas
Shawty got class, say she gon' f*ck with a nigga
I really don't f*ck with a nigga
Say he want beef? Wish good luck to the nigga
I don't get up for a million, need at least five
Then we can talk about business, I feed an army of niggas
I'll get your momma to kill you, I know the cost of the business
It ain't no heart in these niggas, it ain't no truth in them lyrics
It ain't no truth, you can feel it, it ain't no truth in you niggas
Shepherd messiah, gotta reach higher to see me, diamonds is shinin'
Wonder if Stevie can see me, I'll turn your garden to Eden
I get my weed from a demon, I'm smokin' with Jesus
I'll make the devil believe it, I ain't got friends for a reason

I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas, stick on my body
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing, prayin' to God

I keep the peace with these niggas
I'm bringin' Jesus to meet 'em, reach for my cup
I will make sure you believe it
I smell the bitch in you niggas, when niggas get shot
You'll find a bitch in a nigga
Niggas get caught, you'll find a snitch in a nigga
I ain't gon' sleep for a minute
I ain't no man, I'm a menace, I ain't no man, I'm a-
Hol' up, I'm a gentleman
Front row seat at the Wimbledon
Black Tom Hanks, need a billion
No, I can't speak to the middleman
Two white cups, on my shit again
Real big talk for a little man
You can get got for your dividends
Lil' niggas runnin' in your crib again
Comin' to the house like the mailman
Leanin' to the side like a kickstand
Diamonds on my wrist like a wristband
One shot, leave 'em with a shitbag
Two shots, leave 'em with a toe-tag
Three niggas looking for the dope bag
Four pints sealed, I'ma sip that
No, I'm not trippin' on the next man 'cause-

I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas, stick on my body
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing, swear to God
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas, stick on my body
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing, swear to God

I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas
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Writer: Ameer Emmanuel Vann, Brianna Ashleigh Stevenson, Craig Inocencio Balmoris, Daniel Tannenbaum, Daniel M. Krieger, Marius Andrei Feder, Sergiu Adrian Gherman, Tyler Reese Mehlenbacher
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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