(Yeah)
(Uh)
(Aye dis fax)
(Let's go)
It ain't no cap in my rap; I be stating the facts
The opp's talking trash had to get in my bag
Had to step out the way let 'em be on my ass
I ain't worried 'bout them cause I got me a strap
On that GPS shit come find me on the map
They duckin' JB n they know where I'm at
Said I need to quit rap cause my skin isn't black
But I can't be no bitch
No I won't turn my back
I only got fam and I keep it that way
F*ck with my fam, little boy gettin' slayed
I be spittin' out words make a track n get paid
I took yo bitch only choice is turn gay
Zip me up when you done suckin'
Fill her mouth up when I'm done f*ckin'
Pushin' so much weight you might think I'm truckin'
On that internet talk but in person you duckin'
I be tellin' the truth when I get on a beat
The haters be hatin' but helping me eat
Used to duck from the feds in the back of the seat
Hittin' swerves like this shit on repeat
I ain't from the hood, but I'm still thuggin'
'N I hate myself so I'm mean muggin'
Man, I hate you too cause you always buggin'
Gotcha bitch agreeing see her shoulder shruggin'
Thanksgiving meal when the bullets stuff 'em
Talkin' reckless, he soft as a muffin'
Can't f*ck wit pussies cause they steady bluffin'
Choppa cook em up like he in the oven
I got Ed with me, I got Rokko too
I got Money Mike and LD in the boof
We gon' lace em up like we tying shoes
Bitch, it's 2020, got no time to lose
You a clown ass fool
I make bitches drool
But, I keep a tool so watch how you move
I take ya food just like I was a maggot
I take ya bitch make you turn to a faggot
If I ain't got the stick then I guess that I'm stabbin'
Tell yo bitch come over, guarantee I'm crackin'
Bitch, I'm spittin' flames, but I ain't a dragon
I'm a lil body but my nuts saggin'
Ridin' dirty got my nuts draggin'
Had to switch it up now I'm gettin' back in
JB on that crazy shit, you just a lazy bitch
Yo bitch be sleepin' I cannot relax
Chasin' for money, I need all the cash
Spittin' out facts when it come to my raps
It ain't no cap in my rap; I be stating the facts
The opp's talking trash had to get in my bag
Had to step out the way let 'em be on my ass
I ain't worried 'bout them cause I got me a strap
On that GPS shit come find me on the map
They duckin' JB n they know where I'm at
Said I need to quit rap cause my skin isn't black
But I can't be no bitch
No I won't turn my back
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English
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(Aye dis fax)
(Let's go)
It ain't no cap in my rap; I be stating the facts
The opp's talking trash had to get in my bag
Had to step out the way let 'em be on my ass
I ain't worried 'bout them cause I got me a strap
On that GPS shit come find me on the map
They duckin' JB n they know where I'm at
Said I need to quit rap cause my skin isn't black
But I can't be no bitch
No I won't turn my back
I only got fam and I keep it that way
F*ck with my fam, little boy gettin' slayed
I be spittin' out words make a track n get paid
I took yo bitch only choice is turn gay
Zip me up when you done suckin'
Fill her mouth up when I'm done f*ckin'
Pushin' so much weight you might think I'm truckin'
On that internet talk but in person you duckin'
I be tellin' the truth when I get on a beat
The haters be hatin' but helping me eat
Used to duck from the feds in the back of the seat
Hittin' swerves like this shit on repeat
I ain't from the hood, but I'm still thuggin'
'N I hate myself so I'm mean muggin'
Man, I hate you too cause you always buggin'
Gotcha bitch agreeing see her shoulder shruggin'
Thanksgiving meal when the bullets stuff 'em
Talkin' reckless, he soft as a muffin'
Can't f*ck wit pussies cause they steady bluffin'
Choppa cook em up like he in the oven
I got Ed with me, I got Rokko too
I got Money Mike and LD in the boof
We gon' lace em up like we tying shoes
Bitch, it's 2020, got no time to lose
You a clown ass fool
I make bitches drool
But, I keep a tool so watch how you move
I take ya food just like I was a maggot
I take ya bitch make you turn to a faggot
If I ain't got the stick then I guess that I'm stabbin'
Tell yo bitch come over, guarantee I'm crackin'
Bitch, I'm spittin' flames, but I ain't a dragon
I'm a lil body but my nuts saggin'
Ridin' dirty got my nuts draggin'
Had to switch it up now I'm gettin' back in
JB on that crazy shit, you just a lazy bitch
Yo bitch be sleepin' I cannot relax
Chasin' for money, I need all the cash
Spittin' out facts when it come to my raps
It ain't no cap in my rap; I be stating the facts
The opp's talking trash had to get in my bag
Had to step out the way let 'em be on my ass
I ain't worried 'bout them cause I got me a strap
On that GPS shit come find me on the map
They duckin' JB n they know where I'm at
Said I need to quit rap cause my skin isn't black
But I can't be no bitch
No I won't turn my back
(Uh)
(Aye dis fax)
(Let's go)
It ain't no cap in my rap; I be stating the facts
The opp's talking trash had to get in my bag
Had to step out the way let 'em be on my ass
I ain't worried 'bout them cause I got me a strap
On that GPS shit come find me on the map
They duckin' JB n they know where I'm at
Said I need to quit rap cause my skin isn't black
But I can't be no bitch
No I won't turn my back
I only got fam and I keep it that way
F*ck with my fam, little boy gettin' slayed
I be spittin' out words make a track n get paid
I took yo bitch only choice is turn gay
Zip me up when you done suckin'
Fill her mouth up when I'm done f*ckin'
Pushin' so much weight you might think I'm truckin'
On that internet talk but in person you duckin'
I be tellin' the truth when I get on a beat
The haters be hatin' but helping me eat
Used to duck from the feds in the back of the seat
Hittin' swerves like this shit on repeat
I ain't from the hood, but I'm still thuggin'
'N I hate myself so I'm mean muggin'
Man, I hate you too cause you always buggin'
Gotcha bitch agreeing see her shoulder shruggin'
Thanksgiving meal when the bullets stuff 'em
Talkin' reckless, he soft as a muffin'
Can't f*ck wit pussies cause they steady bluffin'
Choppa cook em up like he in the oven
I got Ed with me, I got Rokko too
I got Money Mike and LD in the boof
We gon' lace em up like we tying shoes
Bitch, it's 2020, got no time to lose
You a clown ass fool
I make bitches drool
But, I keep a tool so watch how you move
I take ya food just like I was a maggot
I take ya bitch make you turn to a faggot
If I ain't got the stick then I guess that I'm stabbin'
Tell yo bitch come over, guarantee I'm crackin'
Bitch, I'm spittin' flames, but I ain't a dragon
I'm a lil body but my nuts saggin'
Ridin' dirty got my nuts draggin'
Had to switch it up now I'm gettin' back in
JB on that crazy shit, you just a lazy bitch
Yo bitch be sleepin' I cannot relax
Chasin' for money, I need all the cash
Spittin' out facts when it come to my raps
It ain't no cap in my rap; I be stating the facts
The opp's talking trash had to get in my bag
Had to step out the way let 'em be on my ass
I ain't worried 'bout them cause I got me a strap
On that GPS shit come find me on the map
They duckin' JB n they know where I'm at
Said I need to quit rap cause my skin isn't black
But I can't be no bitch
No I won't turn my back
Writer: Josh Bartko
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