In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
Woke up today, I was feeling undeniable
I can't swing the rock to you cause you is not reliable
Paint it on her face, she looking unrecognizable
She been getting mad at me cause I ain't spend no time with her
Shit, sorry bitch I was counting bands
Twenties, fifties, and them hundreds cutting up my hands
I be in and out the bank, it's looking like I scam
I was chasing after dollars, only time I ran
Tryna get two million up, feeling like i'm Peezy nem
Put em in a body bag like Pezzy nigga BHM
On some Tron shit, we up dog shit DSM
If you ain't tryna up yo pros then I can't be yo friend
We at L George's, six mile I need a GCP
If you ain't know, that's a motherf*cking grilled chicken pita
If a nigga moving foul we bake em like Anita
I got a dime she so fine but she don't got a fever
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
Watch this, part two
Stay tuned nigga here we go
Bend it over, Dr. Dre she let me beat it from the back
She tryna run from a nigga i'm like nah bring it back
I been in that gym daily, I been working on my craft
Niggas swear they know it all but they dont even know the half
Smoove talkin' young nigga, I can't help it
Never complain, just play the hand that I was dealt with
You ain't never gone be successful cause you selfish
Can't spread my business to these niggas, they be telling
You need a movie role dawg I heard that you pretending
If it's not about no cake, it's not in my agenda
Putting on for the gang, you know i'm representing
If you on that girl just pull up cause I don't feel like texting
It was times that I was shy but I ain't shed a tear
Taking off on everybody, left em in the rear
Stabbing her right in the stomach like I was a spear
I been working hard for years, you ain't no where near me nigga
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
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In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
Woke up today, I was feeling undeniable
I can't swing the rock to you cause you is not reliable
Paint it on her face, she looking unrecognizable
She been getting mad at me cause I ain't spend no time with her
Shit, sorry bitch I was counting bands
Twenties, fifties, and them hundreds cutting up my hands
I be in and out the bank, it's looking like I scam
I was chasing after dollars, only time I ran
Tryna get two million up, feeling like i'm Peezy nem
Put em in a body bag like Pezzy nigga BHM
On some Tron shit, we up dog shit DSM
If you ain't tryna up yo pros then I can't be yo friend
We at L George's, six mile I need a GCP
If you ain't know, that's a motherf*cking grilled chicken pita
If a nigga moving foul we bake em like Anita
I got a dime she so fine but she don't got a fever
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
Watch this, part two
Stay tuned nigga here we go
Bend it over, Dr. Dre she let me beat it from the back
She tryna run from a nigga i'm like nah bring it back
I been in that gym daily, I been working on my craft
Niggas swear they know it all but they dont even know the half
Smoove talkin' young nigga, I can't help it
Never complain, just play the hand that I was dealt with
You ain't never gone be successful cause you selfish
Can't spread my business to these niggas, they be telling
You need a movie role dawg I heard that you pretending
If it's not about no cake, it's not in my agenda
Putting on for the gang, you know i'm representing
If you on that girl just pull up cause I don't feel like texting
It was times that I was shy but I ain't shed a tear
Taking off on everybody, left em in the rear
Stabbing her right in the stomach like I was a spear
I been working hard for years, you ain't no where near me nigga
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
Woke up today, I was feeling undeniable
I can't swing the rock to you cause you is not reliable
Paint it on her face, she looking unrecognizable
She been getting mad at me cause I ain't spend no time with her
Shit, sorry bitch I was counting bands
Twenties, fifties, and them hundreds cutting up my hands
I be in and out the bank, it's looking like I scam
I was chasing after dollars, only time I ran
Tryna get two million up, feeling like i'm Peezy nem
Put em in a body bag like Pezzy nigga BHM
On some Tron shit, we up dog shit DSM
If you ain't tryna up yo pros then I can't be yo friend
We at L George's, six mile I need a GCP
If you ain't know, that's a motherf*cking grilled chicken pita
If a nigga moving foul we bake em like Anita
I got a dime she so fine but she don't got a fever
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
Watch this, part two
Stay tuned nigga here we go
Bend it over, Dr. Dre she let me beat it from the back
She tryna run from a nigga i'm like nah bring it back
I been in that gym daily, I been working on my craft
Niggas swear they know it all but they dont even know the half
Smoove talkin' young nigga, I can't help it
Never complain, just play the hand that I was dealt with
You ain't never gone be successful cause you selfish
Can't spread my business to these niggas, they be telling
You need a movie role dawg I heard that you pretending
If it's not about no cake, it's not in my agenda
Putting on for the gang, you know i'm representing
If you on that girl just pull up cause I don't feel like texting
It was times that I was shy but I ain't shed a tear
Taking off on everybody, left em in the rear
Stabbing her right in the stomach like I was a spear
I been working hard for years, you ain't no where near me nigga
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
In the booth shit talking, put em in a coffin
He a f*cking loser, i'm the type to win often
Had to humble that lil hoe, she ain't make it on the roster
Hounding lil bitch you ain't cute, ion want you
Writer: Chase Glover-Rodgers
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid