I swear, that bitch so f*cked up (Yeah)
Tell me the truth from the lies, baby, I cannot pick it apart (Can't pick it apart)
You say you "Cutting all ties", baby
Was it too much for you? (Ha)
I ain't tryna make you cry, baby, I just think I had enough
I dont need your money, nigga, bitch, I got enough (I got enough)
Talking that shit, little nigga, we hanging you up (Oh)
I got so much cash now, my nigga's some stylists, we stand out
Choppa gon' fire, he can't stand now (Yeah)
We silence that boy, like the lambs, now
Yeah, ha
My niggas trap out the woodworks
I got to supply my team, gotta go back, I'ma check on my hood first
Nigga, we done got so big now
And I could buy your house, like ten times (Yeah)
High as a bitch, we on cloud-nine (Ha)
That nigga ain't seeing his switch-fye
I'ma go hotbox the coupe, make sure my nigga ain't having no smoke
Do niggas start thinking, before they start speaking?
I swear, I'll be damned, 'cause these niggas be slow
I turn to lil' will, slap that bitch 'bout A joke
Inhaling too much, swear that bitch 'bout to choke
Hey, and you texting love letters, my dick down her throat
Feel bad for that boy, could feel bad about A hoe
My homie tweak out for any reason, I'll see you on the weekend
Ain't no way I'm bouncing back, bitch, I'm gone off the deep end
Shawty find more love, it aint me you can depend on
All of these racks, who to spend on? (Yeah)
I'll make that little bitch bend down
Turn on your music, bitch, take us to snooze-town
Yeah, hang with me, enjoy the fruits now
I swear, that bitch so f*cked up (Yeah)
Tell me the truth from the lies, baby, I cannot pick it apart (Can't pick it apart)
You say you "Cutting all ties", baby
Was it too much for you? (Ha)
I ain't tryna make you cry, baby, I just think I had enough
I dont need your money, nigga, bitch, I got enough (I got enough)
Talking that shit, little nigga, we hanging you up (Oh)
I got so much cash now, my nigga's some stylists, we stand out
Choppa gon' fire, he can't stand now (Yeah)
We silence that boy, like the lambs, now
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I swear, that bitch so f*cked up (Yeah)
Tell me the truth from the lies, baby, I cannot pick it apart (Can't pick it apart)
You say you "Cutting all ties", baby
Was it too much for you? (Ha)
I ain't tryna make you cry, baby, I just think I had enough
I dont need your money, nigga, bitch, I got enough (I got enough)
Talking that shit, little nigga, we hanging you up (Oh)
I got so much cash now, my nigga's some stylists, we stand out
Choppa gon' fire, he can't stand now (Yeah)
We silence that boy, like the lambs, now
Yeah, ha
My niggas trap out the woodworks
I got to supply my team, gotta go back, I'ma check on my hood first
Nigga, we done got so big now
And I could buy your house, like ten times (Yeah)
High as a bitch, we on cloud-nine (Ha)
That nigga ain't seeing his switch-fye
I'ma go hotbox the coupe, make sure my nigga ain't having no smoke
Do niggas start thinking, before they start speaking?
I swear, I'll be damned, 'cause these niggas be slow
I turn to lil' will, slap that bitch 'bout A joke
Inhaling too much, swear that bitch 'bout to choke
Hey, and you texting love letters, my dick down her throat
Feel bad for that boy, could feel bad about A hoe
My homie tweak out for any reason, I'll see you on the weekend
Ain't no way I'm bouncing back, bitch, I'm gone off the deep end
Shawty find more love, it aint me you can depend on
All of these racks, who to spend on? (Yeah)
I'll make that little bitch bend down
Turn on your music, bitch, take us to snooze-town
Yeah, hang with me, enjoy the fruits now
I swear, that bitch so f*cked up (Yeah)
Tell me the truth from the lies, baby, I cannot pick it apart (Can't pick it apart)
You say you "Cutting all ties", baby
Was it too much for you? (Ha)
I ain't tryna make you cry, baby, I just think I had enough
I dont need your money, nigga, bitch, I got enough (I got enough)
Talking that shit, little nigga, we hanging you up (Oh)
I got so much cash now, my nigga's some stylists, we stand out
Choppa gon' fire, he can't stand now (Yeah)
We silence that boy, like the lambs, now
Tell me the truth from the lies, baby, I cannot pick it apart (Can't pick it apart)
You say you "Cutting all ties", baby
Was it too much for you? (Ha)
I ain't tryna make you cry, baby, I just think I had enough
I dont need your money, nigga, bitch, I got enough (I got enough)
Talking that shit, little nigga, we hanging you up (Oh)
I got so much cash now, my nigga's some stylists, we stand out
Choppa gon' fire, he can't stand now (Yeah)
We silence that boy, like the lambs, now
Yeah, ha
My niggas trap out the woodworks
I got to supply my team, gotta go back, I'ma check on my hood first
Nigga, we done got so big now
And I could buy your house, like ten times (Yeah)
High as a bitch, we on cloud-nine (Ha)
That nigga ain't seeing his switch-fye
I'ma go hotbox the coupe, make sure my nigga ain't having no smoke
Do niggas start thinking, before they start speaking?
I swear, I'll be damned, 'cause these niggas be slow
I turn to lil' will, slap that bitch 'bout A joke
Inhaling too much, swear that bitch 'bout to choke
Hey, and you texting love letters, my dick down her throat
Feel bad for that boy, could feel bad about A hoe
My homie tweak out for any reason, I'll see you on the weekend
Ain't no way I'm bouncing back, bitch, I'm gone off the deep end
Shawty find more love, it aint me you can depend on
All of these racks, who to spend on? (Yeah)
I'll make that little bitch bend down
Turn on your music, bitch, take us to snooze-town
Yeah, hang with me, enjoy the fruits now
I swear, that bitch so f*cked up (Yeah)
Tell me the truth from the lies, baby, I cannot pick it apart (Can't pick it apart)
You say you "Cutting all ties", baby
Was it too much for you? (Ha)
I ain't tryna make you cry, baby, I just think I had enough
I dont need your money, nigga, bitch, I got enough (I got enough)
Talking that shit, little nigga, we hanging you up (Oh)
I got so much cash now, my nigga's some stylists, we stand out
Choppa gon' fire, he can't stand now (Yeah)
We silence that boy, like the lambs, now
Writer: soul raine
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