Uh-huh, nigga
Come on
Yeah
Tryna diss me, I'ma catch you out and sit you out of bounds
Niggas talkin' crazy, but got my name up all in his mouth
Catch him out and "fap, fap, fap", yeah, we sit em down
Put a dot on his nose, now he lookin' like a clown
Can't smoke with us, these lil' niggas can't catch they cloud
I was trippin' innat whip, doin' 80 up Mound
I Tell your girl, come and slide, cause I'm single
Just got a play, had to tell my unc to drop me off on Fenkell
These lil' niggas mad, with no pape, what you think they doing
The early bird get the worm, if you snooze, then you losing
I touch a lot of pape, and I don't even got no boost
I'm livin' my own life, I don't even need your boo
I walked in, Unc down for the count, off that glue
Niggas lame wastin' time, bye-bye, nigga, shoo
If you up, it better use it, I'ma tell you, nigga, shoot
Cause if I catch that nigga out, best believe we ain't cool
I ain't no disser, I make money music
The type of music me and your girl be bumpin' to it
You hurtin', down bad on your ass, man, you niggas losin'
Shorty really think I want her, I'm just coolin'
I can't have no girlfriend
It's 2024, baby, you slow down my plans
I'm tryna touch a meal ticket, tryna fly it to Japan
These lil' niggas some corns, actin' hard, they ain't the man for real
Shorty think she cold, but she really just a thot for real
Let me switch it up, I'm tryna make some pape again
You niggas broke, you need me to call Chase, yall need Glitch again
If I slide, it's gon' get to bein' loose like a ceiling fan
Shorty mad, she miss her baby dad, that's a double wham
I told her I'm only here for the moment, baby, this ain't forever
Talk icy on that net, that nigga get hit with Beretta
I told Shorty, come on now, baby, please do better
I was trippin' in that whip, doin' 80 in bad weather
If I don't like you, I'm the type to get yo grandma a tester
You lil' niggas be soft, rank lighter than a feather
I ain't no disser baby, I make money music
The type of music me and your baby girl bumpin' to it
And if you catch me out, I wanna know, is you really gon' lose it
Cause you ain't hard, boy we in the Burbs, you ain't got no tooly
Don't be mad, I'll take your bitch and make her give me booty
Netflix and chill, and we finna watch some Tubi
I make money music, this is not a diss
Naw, for real
Uh-huh, come on
Lil' nigga
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English
Uh-huh, nigga
Come on
Yeah
Tryna diss me, I'ma catch you out and sit you out of bounds
Niggas talkin' crazy, but got my name up all in his mouth
Catch him out and "fap, fap, fap", yeah, we sit em down
Put a dot on his nose, now he lookin' like a clown
Can't smoke with us, these lil' niggas can't catch they cloud
I was trippin' innat whip, doin' 80 up Mound
I Tell your girl, come and slide, cause I'm single
Just got a play, had to tell my unc to drop me off on Fenkell
These lil' niggas mad, with no pape, what you think they doing
The early bird get the worm, if you snooze, then you losing
I touch a lot of pape, and I don't even got no boost
I'm livin' my own life, I don't even need your boo
I walked in, Unc down for the count, off that glue
Niggas lame wastin' time, bye-bye, nigga, shoo
If you up, it better use it, I'ma tell you, nigga, shoot
Cause if I catch that nigga out, best believe we ain't cool
I ain't no disser, I make money music
The type of music me and your girl be bumpin' to it
You hurtin', down bad on your ass, man, you niggas losin'
Shorty really think I want her, I'm just coolin'
I can't have no girlfriend
It's 2024, baby, you slow down my plans
I'm tryna touch a meal ticket, tryna fly it to Japan
These lil' niggas some corns, actin' hard, they ain't the man for real
Shorty think she cold, but she really just a thot for real
Let me switch it up, I'm tryna make some pape again
You niggas broke, you need me to call Chase, yall need Glitch again
If I slide, it's gon' get to bein' loose like a ceiling fan
Shorty mad, she miss her baby dad, that's a double wham
I told her I'm only here for the moment, baby, this ain't forever
Talk icy on that net, that nigga get hit with Beretta
I told Shorty, come on now, baby, please do better
I was trippin' in that whip, doin' 80 in bad weather
If I don't like you, I'm the type to get yo grandma a tester
You lil' niggas be soft, rank lighter than a feather
I ain't no disser baby, I make money music
The type of music me and your baby girl bumpin' to it
And if you catch me out, I wanna know, is you really gon' lose it
Cause you ain't hard, boy we in the Burbs, you ain't got no tooly
Don't be mad, I'll take your bitch and make her give me booty
Netflix and chill, and we finna watch some Tubi
I make money music, this is not a diss
Naw, for real
Uh-huh, come on
Lil' nigga
Come on
Yeah
Tryna diss me, I'ma catch you out and sit you out of bounds
Niggas talkin' crazy, but got my name up all in his mouth
Catch him out and "fap, fap, fap", yeah, we sit em down
Put a dot on his nose, now he lookin' like a clown
Can't smoke with us, these lil' niggas can't catch they cloud
I was trippin' innat whip, doin' 80 up Mound
I Tell your girl, come and slide, cause I'm single
Just got a play, had to tell my unc to drop me off on Fenkell
These lil' niggas mad, with no pape, what you think they doing
The early bird get the worm, if you snooze, then you losing
I touch a lot of pape, and I don't even got no boost
I'm livin' my own life, I don't even need your boo
I walked in, Unc down for the count, off that glue
Niggas lame wastin' time, bye-bye, nigga, shoo
If you up, it better use it, I'ma tell you, nigga, shoot
Cause if I catch that nigga out, best believe we ain't cool
I ain't no disser, I make money music
The type of music me and your girl be bumpin' to it
You hurtin', down bad on your ass, man, you niggas losin'
Shorty really think I want her, I'm just coolin'
I can't have no girlfriend
It's 2024, baby, you slow down my plans
I'm tryna touch a meal ticket, tryna fly it to Japan
These lil' niggas some corns, actin' hard, they ain't the man for real
Shorty think she cold, but she really just a thot for real
Let me switch it up, I'm tryna make some pape again
You niggas broke, you need me to call Chase, yall need Glitch again
If I slide, it's gon' get to bein' loose like a ceiling fan
Shorty mad, she miss her baby dad, that's a double wham
I told her I'm only here for the moment, baby, this ain't forever
Talk icy on that net, that nigga get hit with Beretta
I told Shorty, come on now, baby, please do better
I was trippin' in that whip, doin' 80 in bad weather
If I don't like you, I'm the type to get yo grandma a tester
You lil' niggas be soft, rank lighter than a feather
I ain't no disser baby, I make money music
The type of music me and your baby girl bumpin' to it
And if you catch me out, I wanna know, is you really gon' lose it
Cause you ain't hard, boy we in the Burbs, you ain't got no tooly
Don't be mad, I'll take your bitch and make her give me booty
Netflix and chill, and we finna watch some Tubi
I make money music, this is not a diss
Naw, for real
Uh-huh, come on
Lil' nigga
Writer: Alexander Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid