It's a difference between me and y'all
Playing with the kings, I'll still ball
Talking to the hoes takes three of y'all
It's a new letter from me to y'all
She in love with me, said she love how I press em'
Got a problem with y'all, cause y'all try to impress her
She love how I move, smooth with no effort
The neighbors mad they ain't getting no pressure
I admit sometimes I can be a little bit selfish
But, man
Who gives a f*ck, nigga
It's a problem when niggas stay the f*ck away
Ain't respectin' no niggas, I lie to they face
It was FaceTime, he got hit with a stray
Some niggas with me and my bros on the way
When we talkin' bout money, gotta come to an agreement
It was bout the money, left the snake on the cement
Just niggas talkin', there ain't never gon' be shit
I left the party
Now they askin' where he went
She smell like some pink runtz
It's that whole new pack
You ain't even smokin skunk
She hit it twice, now pass my blunt
Bring your ass over here, cause, girl, I'm tryna see some
Yeah, my blunt, I mix it with everfresh
Nigga, I'll pull an AK on my letterman
Pop out the cut like I'm Slenderman
Nigga been doin' this shit, f*ck a helping hand
You say that's your hoe, but she just a fan
My niggas be solid, we move in the clan
Got chops in the crib, like I live in Iran
You talkin' this shit, but can't pull out a band
My bro upping the score he'll draw for a gram
How you hatin' on me? but still takin' commands
Get some leather on me, like I play with a band
Keep a blunt in the left and a mac in the right hand
Pull out the Glock I ain't finna be on grand slam
How you sent to best shooter but the f*ck nigga Glock jam?
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It's a difference between me and y'all
Playing with the kings, I'll still ball
Talking to the hoes takes three of y'all
It's a new letter from me to y'all
She in love with me, said she love how I press em'
Got a problem with y'all, cause y'all try to impress her
She love how I move, smooth with no effort
The neighbors mad they ain't getting no pressure
I admit sometimes I can be a little bit selfish
But, man
Who gives a f*ck, nigga
It's a problem when niggas stay the f*ck away
Ain't respectin' no niggas, I lie to they face
It was FaceTime, he got hit with a stray
Some niggas with me and my bros on the way
When we talkin' bout money, gotta come to an agreement
It was bout the money, left the snake on the cement
Just niggas talkin', there ain't never gon' be shit
I left the party
Now they askin' where he went
She smell like some pink runtz
It's that whole new pack
You ain't even smokin skunk
She hit it twice, now pass my blunt
Bring your ass over here, cause, girl, I'm tryna see some
Yeah, my blunt, I mix it with everfresh
Nigga, I'll pull an AK on my letterman
Pop out the cut like I'm Slenderman
Nigga been doin' this shit, f*ck a helping hand
You say that's your hoe, but she just a fan
My niggas be solid, we move in the clan
Got chops in the crib, like I live in Iran
You talkin' this shit, but can't pull out a band
My bro upping the score he'll draw for a gram
How you hatin' on me? but still takin' commands
Get some leather on me, like I play with a band
Keep a blunt in the left and a mac in the right hand
Pull out the Glock I ain't finna be on grand slam
How you sent to best shooter but the f*ck nigga Glock jam?
Playing with the kings, I'll still ball
Talking to the hoes takes three of y'all
It's a new letter from me to y'all
She in love with me, said she love how I press em'
Got a problem with y'all, cause y'all try to impress her
She love how I move, smooth with no effort
The neighbors mad they ain't getting no pressure
I admit sometimes I can be a little bit selfish
But, man
Who gives a f*ck, nigga
It's a problem when niggas stay the f*ck away
Ain't respectin' no niggas, I lie to they face
It was FaceTime, he got hit with a stray
Some niggas with me and my bros on the way
When we talkin' bout money, gotta come to an agreement
It was bout the money, left the snake on the cement
Just niggas talkin', there ain't never gon' be shit
I left the party
Now they askin' where he went
She smell like some pink runtz
It's that whole new pack
You ain't even smokin skunk
She hit it twice, now pass my blunt
Bring your ass over here, cause, girl, I'm tryna see some
Yeah, my blunt, I mix it with everfresh
Nigga, I'll pull an AK on my letterman
Pop out the cut like I'm Slenderman
Nigga been doin' this shit, f*ck a helping hand
You say that's your hoe, but she just a fan
My niggas be solid, we move in the clan
Got chops in the crib, like I live in Iran
You talkin' this shit, but can't pull out a band
My bro upping the score he'll draw for a gram
How you hatin' on me? but still takin' commands
Get some leather on me, like I play with a band
Keep a blunt in the left and a mac in the right hand
Pull out the Glock I ain't finna be on grand slam
How you sent to best shooter but the f*ck nigga Glock jam?
Writer: Caleb Reed
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