The freestyle coming in and out
The bitch don't know what's going on now
The matter of fact, if your bitch don't care, she already know
She don't get that doubt
I gotta pray for my mama for real
My mama's stuck and you know how it feels
Everybody asking, what the f*ck going on
Bitch, I'ma pray for my mama
The Black Tims coming through in New York City
Going head with the chopper
Everybody asking, what's going on
Go ahead and just pray for us, mama
Matter of fact, we gon' have to go
Bitches don't know what's damn going on
Everybody asking, what the f*ck is this
And your bitch don't care, know none of my songs
Crossover like NBA, you got the keys to the war zone
You got the hundred thousand on the case
Matter of fact, you wanna go home
Why the f*ck you wanna scare the shit
Bitches out here, they don't need no shit
Everybody know what the f*ck going on, bitch
Whoop that trick, you already know, yeah
KSavage coming through the club, with the new freestyle
Do club, do everything, but the bitch know ain't enough got power
What the f*ck going on
Gets money on everything else and then, it ask you what you want
It's asking what you live
Living life, living f*cked up
Everybody know the same, she know a nigga got played
What the f*ck going on with that gang
Everybody asking, how you want it
How you gon' get it
How the f*ck you gon' come to my city and come to my city and talk so much shit
The freestyle coming in and out
The bitch don't know what's going on now
The matter of fact, if your bitch don't care, she already know
She don't get that doubt
I gotta pray for my mama for real
My mama's stuck and you know how it feels
Everybody asking, what the f*ck going on
Bitch, I'ma pray for my mama
The Black Tims coming through in New York City
Going head with the chopper
Everybody asking, what's going on
Go ahead and just pray for us, mama
Matter of fact, we gon' have to go
Bitches don't know what's damn going on
Everybody asking, what the f*ck is this
And your bitch don't care, know none of my songs
I'ma ride through the whip
Gon' have to get back to the gang shit
When KSavage in this bitch
When a nigga ask you, where the f*ck you at
My bitch bad though
All the shit you done to me, man
All the shit you hurt me, man
All the shit you cry to me, man
Can't f*ck with you no more
Can't even live
Can't f*ck with you no more
How you really gon' get it, yeah
And you asking me a lot of shit
And your bitch don't care what the f*ck it is
Well f*ck you then
One, two, threes
Like Lil Wayne
It's the Carter 3
Mrs. Officer calling my phone
She wants some closure
You see, yeah
How you feeling, yeah
And your bitch don't know, yeah
And how you rolling, yeah
300,000, it's coming in and out
When the 400 don't cap the drama
Matter of fact, this bitch don't care
Go ahead, just pray for me, mama
Matter of fact, I wanna care about these hoes
But bitch don't know I'm not her
Yeah, by asking, what the f*ck going on
Bitch, I'm not a drummer
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The freestyle coming in and out
The bitch don't know what's going on now
The matter of fact, if your bitch don't care, she already know
She don't get that doubt
I gotta pray for my mama for real
My mama's stuck and you know how it feels
Everybody asking, what the f*ck going on
Bitch, I'ma pray for my mama
The Black Tims coming through in New York City
Going head with the chopper
Everybody asking, what's going on
Go ahead and just pray for us, mama
Matter of fact, we gon' have to go
Bitches don't know what's damn going on
Everybody asking, what the f*ck is this
And your bitch don't care, know none of my songs
Crossover like NBA, you got the keys to the war zone
You got the hundred thousand on the case
Matter of fact, you wanna go home
Why the f*ck you wanna scare the shit
Bitches out here, they don't need no shit
Everybody know what the f*ck going on, bitch
Whoop that trick, you already know, yeah
KSavage coming through the club, with the new freestyle
Do club, do everything, but the bitch know ain't enough got power
What the f*ck going on
Gets money on everything else and then, it ask you what you want
It's asking what you live
Living life, living f*cked up
Everybody know the same, she know a nigga got played
What the f*ck going on with that gang
Everybody asking, how you want it
How you gon' get it
How the f*ck you gon' come to my city and come to my city and talk so much shit
The freestyle coming in and out
The bitch don't know what's going on now
The matter of fact, if your bitch don't care, she already know
She don't get that doubt
I gotta pray for my mama for real
My mama's stuck and you know how it feels
Everybody asking, what the f*ck going on
Bitch, I'ma pray for my mama
The Black Tims coming through in New York City
Going head with the chopper
Everybody asking, what's going on
Go ahead and just pray for us, mama
Matter of fact, we gon' have to go
Bitches don't know what's damn going on
Everybody asking, what the f*ck is this
And your bitch don't care, know none of my songs
I'ma ride through the whip
Gon' have to get back to the gang shit
When KSavage in this bitch
When a nigga ask you, where the f*ck you at
My bitch bad though
All the shit you done to me, man
All the shit you hurt me, man
All the shit you cry to me, man
Can't f*ck with you no more
Can't even live
Can't f*ck with you no more
How you really gon' get it, yeah
And you asking me a lot of shit
And your bitch don't care what the f*ck it is
Well f*ck you then
One, two, threes
Like Lil Wayne
It's the Carter 3
Mrs. Officer calling my phone
She wants some closure
You see, yeah
How you feeling, yeah
And your bitch don't know, yeah
And how you rolling, yeah
300,000, it's coming in and out
When the 400 don't cap the drama
Matter of fact, this bitch don't care
Go ahead, just pray for me, mama
Matter of fact, I wanna care about these hoes
But bitch don't know I'm not her
Yeah, by asking, what the f*ck going on
Bitch, I'm not a drummer
The bitch don't know what's going on now
The matter of fact, if your bitch don't care, she already know
She don't get that doubt
I gotta pray for my mama for real
My mama's stuck and you know how it feels
Everybody asking, what the f*ck going on
Bitch, I'ma pray for my mama
The Black Tims coming through in New York City
Going head with the chopper
Everybody asking, what's going on
Go ahead and just pray for us, mama
Matter of fact, we gon' have to go
Bitches don't know what's damn going on
Everybody asking, what the f*ck is this
And your bitch don't care, know none of my songs
Crossover like NBA, you got the keys to the war zone
You got the hundred thousand on the case
Matter of fact, you wanna go home
Why the f*ck you wanna scare the shit
Bitches out here, they don't need no shit
Everybody know what the f*ck going on, bitch
Whoop that trick, you already know, yeah
KSavage coming through the club, with the new freestyle
Do club, do everything, but the bitch know ain't enough got power
What the f*ck going on
Gets money on everything else and then, it ask you what you want
It's asking what you live
Living life, living f*cked up
Everybody know the same, she know a nigga got played
What the f*ck going on with that gang
Everybody asking, how you want it
How you gon' get it
How the f*ck you gon' come to my city and come to my city and talk so much shit
The freestyle coming in and out
The bitch don't know what's going on now
The matter of fact, if your bitch don't care, she already know
She don't get that doubt
I gotta pray for my mama for real
My mama's stuck and you know how it feels
Everybody asking, what the f*ck going on
Bitch, I'ma pray for my mama
The Black Tims coming through in New York City
Going head with the chopper
Everybody asking, what's going on
Go ahead and just pray for us, mama
Matter of fact, we gon' have to go
Bitches don't know what's damn going on
Everybody asking, what the f*ck is this
And your bitch don't care, know none of my songs
I'ma ride through the whip
Gon' have to get back to the gang shit
When KSavage in this bitch
When a nigga ask you, where the f*ck you at
My bitch bad though
All the shit you done to me, man
All the shit you hurt me, man
All the shit you cry to me, man
Can't f*ck with you no more
Can't even live
Can't f*ck with you no more
How you really gon' get it, yeah
And you asking me a lot of shit
And your bitch don't care what the f*ck it is
Well f*ck you then
One, two, threes
Like Lil Wayne
It's the Carter 3
Mrs. Officer calling my phone
She wants some closure
You see, yeah
How you feeling, yeah
And your bitch don't know, yeah
And how you rolling, yeah
300,000, it's coming in and out
When the 400 don't cap the drama
Matter of fact, this bitch don't care
Go ahead, just pray for me, mama
Matter of fact, I wanna care about these hoes
But bitch don't know I'm not her
Yeah, by asking, what the f*ck going on
Bitch, I'm not a drummer
Writer: Kendrall Turnage
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