Someday, this will all be over
Someday, this will all be over
Woo, I'm back in the flesh I'm back on my bullshit, I'm about to flex
Bitch, all of this stuntin' look good for my ex She said that she miss me, I open the text
Left it on read, I'm not with the test I'm not with the games and I'm not with the mess
Plus, I already knew this, cause bitch, I'm the best, huh
Wow, I feel like the man again
Hopped out the Uber X, feel like the president
Walked out the Louis store dressed like the mannequin
I'm in my bag, got these f*ck niggas panickin
Bitch, I'm too hot, tell me who else can handle it
F*ckin' with big babies, slump, get your candles lit
Right on the side of the streets where the junkies live, huh
Woo, who else gon' do it if baby don't do it The needle ain't movin', so I gotta move it
These niggas ain't rappin', so let me get to it
Crune over beats, niggas callin' that music Just keep it a buck, you ain't got no influence
Who want the smoke, nigga, point me right to him Red dot on his head, turn him right to a Buddhist
Bow, you niggas can't f*ck with me I'm at the top of this shit, sit comfortably
You niggas went from the ones to the wannabes
Walk in the room, got you f*ck niggas stutterin
Cuban link choker, I studded and flooded it
Shit different colors, it look like I colored it
You had a nigga like me and you fumbled it, huh
Come out the street, shake off this goodness Shake off this blindness, come out the street
Bitch, sorry for what? F*ck out my face, bitch, I told you what's up
Thought that I told you, big baby, don't budge Keep it a buck you not f*cking with us
You niggas thought that big baby was done
Pop out the cut like what's poppin', lil' buddy
I'm a big dawg, I was poppin', lil' puppy
I'm in my, hold on, yeah, I'm back in the field
Said you gon' ride till we hang on the wheels
Bitch, you did everything, but can't be real
But I guess f*ck it, it is what it is F*ck it, though slimey, she did what she did
Hopped in my bag and got out my feels
Lost my old bitch and went cop me a ten, huh
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Someday, this will all be over
Someday, this will all be over
Woo, I'm back in the flesh I'm back on my bullshit, I'm about to flex
Bitch, all of this stuntin' look good for my ex She said that she miss me, I open the text
Left it on read, I'm not with the test I'm not with the games and I'm not with the mess
Plus, I already knew this, cause bitch, I'm the best, huh
Wow, I feel like the man again
Hopped out the Uber X, feel like the president
Walked out the Louis store dressed like the mannequin
I'm in my bag, got these f*ck niggas panickin
Bitch, I'm too hot, tell me who else can handle it
F*ckin' with big babies, slump, get your candles lit
Right on the side of the streets where the junkies live, huh
Woo, who else gon' do it if baby don't do it The needle ain't movin', so I gotta move it
These niggas ain't rappin', so let me get to it
Crune over beats, niggas callin' that music Just keep it a buck, you ain't got no influence
Who want the smoke, nigga, point me right to him Red dot on his head, turn him right to a Buddhist
Bow, you niggas can't f*ck with me I'm at the top of this shit, sit comfortably
You niggas went from the ones to the wannabes
Walk in the room, got you f*ck niggas stutterin
Cuban link choker, I studded and flooded it
Shit different colors, it look like I colored it
You had a nigga like me and you fumbled it, huh
Come out the street, shake off this goodness Shake off this blindness, come out the street
Bitch, sorry for what? F*ck out my face, bitch, I told you what's up
Thought that I told you, big baby, don't budge Keep it a buck you not f*cking with us
You niggas thought that big baby was done
Pop out the cut like what's poppin', lil' buddy
I'm a big dawg, I was poppin', lil' puppy
I'm in my, hold on, yeah, I'm back in the field
Said you gon' ride till we hang on the wheels
Bitch, you did everything, but can't be real
But I guess f*ck it, it is what it is F*ck it, though slimey, she did what she did
Hopped in my bag and got out my feels
Lost my old bitch and went cop me a ten, huh
Someday, this will all be over
Woo, I'm back in the flesh I'm back on my bullshit, I'm about to flex
Bitch, all of this stuntin' look good for my ex She said that she miss me, I open the text
Left it on read, I'm not with the test I'm not with the games and I'm not with the mess
Plus, I already knew this, cause bitch, I'm the best, huh
Wow, I feel like the man again
Hopped out the Uber X, feel like the president
Walked out the Louis store dressed like the mannequin
I'm in my bag, got these f*ck niggas panickin
Bitch, I'm too hot, tell me who else can handle it
F*ckin' with big babies, slump, get your candles lit
Right on the side of the streets where the junkies live, huh
Woo, who else gon' do it if baby don't do it The needle ain't movin', so I gotta move it
These niggas ain't rappin', so let me get to it
Crune over beats, niggas callin' that music Just keep it a buck, you ain't got no influence
Who want the smoke, nigga, point me right to him Red dot on his head, turn him right to a Buddhist
Bow, you niggas can't f*ck with me I'm at the top of this shit, sit comfortably
You niggas went from the ones to the wannabes
Walk in the room, got you f*ck niggas stutterin
Cuban link choker, I studded and flooded it
Shit different colors, it look like I colored it
You had a nigga like me and you fumbled it, huh
Come out the street, shake off this goodness Shake off this blindness, come out the street
Bitch, sorry for what? F*ck out my face, bitch, I told you what's up
Thought that I told you, big baby, don't budge Keep it a buck you not f*cking with us
You niggas thought that big baby was done
Pop out the cut like what's poppin', lil' buddy
I'm a big dawg, I was poppin', lil' puppy
I'm in my, hold on, yeah, I'm back in the field
Said you gon' ride till we hang on the wheels
Bitch, you did everything, but can't be real
But I guess f*ck it, it is what it is F*ck it, though slimey, she did what she did
Hopped in my bag and got out my feels
Lost my old bitch and went cop me a ten, huh
Writer: Gordon Jones, Maya Jones
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