Y'all got that young money
Me I want them grown stacks
Niggas hating like they'll send them teks to my while they bitch hitting my phone back
They don't get the message
Being fake I don't condone that
Until they put me in a tomb I'll be stuck in my own raps
Is y'all really thinking ya'll run this shit
I took time out putting youngn's on punishment
You can get who you wanna get
As far freshman on that XXL cover I'll murder who was on front of it
Now they scared like Trife chill
But how could you chill with these nice skills
Blacking out to pay my light bill
Don't really give a shit bout how you might feel
Middle finger to all the haters giving me ice grills
My old bitch better then ya new bitch and my new chick
Ahh f*ck it she too thick
Everything I drop for y'all it be exclusive
I give em the blue print but don't put in ya two sense
I'm good
Stay out his way and stay away from him
I'm bout blow I feel the hate coming
Don't talk about him and don't say nothing
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
He always real you niggas stay fronting
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
All these rappers run away from him
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
Blogs afraid to put me on they website
Cuz I'll offend them rappers wit they dead hype
Bird ass niggas talking bout they keep they're bread right
If you don't see my drive guarantee you see these headlights
Since when you earn them red stripes
These dudes be lying and they love it tho
Pulling strings on these puppets like the Muppet Show
And I don't wanna hear these suckas flow
Cuz I rather be getting head from a bad bitch who suck below
And yea I know she want me
I know y'all pussy I don't roll wit niggas on they monthly
Tryna say I ain't hungry
I turn this whole studio to a buffet
They tell me I ain't hard enough but that ain't what these sluts say
Back in highschool they used to say I wouldn't get it but I did
And I'll admit it I love that you a critic
Everything I drop for y'all it be exclusives
I'll give em the blueprint but don't put in ya two cents I'm good
Stay out his way and stay away from him
I'm bout blow I feel the hate coming
Don't talk about him and don't say nothing
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
He always real you niggas stay fronting
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
All these rappers run away from him
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
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Y'all got that young money
Me I want them grown stacks
Niggas hating like they'll send them teks to my while they bitch hitting my phone back
They don't get the message
Being fake I don't condone that
Until they put me in a tomb I'll be stuck in my own raps
Is y'all really thinking ya'll run this shit
I took time out putting youngn's on punishment
You can get who you wanna get
As far freshman on that XXL cover I'll murder who was on front of it
Now they scared like Trife chill
But how could you chill with these nice skills
Blacking out to pay my light bill
Don't really give a shit bout how you might feel
Middle finger to all the haters giving me ice grills
My old bitch better then ya new bitch and my new chick
Ahh f*ck it she too thick
Everything I drop for y'all it be exclusive
I give em the blue print but don't put in ya two sense
I'm good
Stay out his way and stay away from him
I'm bout blow I feel the hate coming
Don't talk about him and don't say nothing
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
He always real you niggas stay fronting
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
All these rappers run away from him
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
Blogs afraid to put me on they website
Cuz I'll offend them rappers wit they dead hype
Bird ass niggas talking bout they keep they're bread right
If you don't see my drive guarantee you see these headlights
Since when you earn them red stripes
These dudes be lying and they love it tho
Pulling strings on these puppets like the Muppet Show
And I don't wanna hear these suckas flow
Cuz I rather be getting head from a bad bitch who suck below
And yea I know she want me
I know y'all pussy I don't roll wit niggas on they monthly
Tryna say I ain't hungry
I turn this whole studio to a buffet
They tell me I ain't hard enough but that ain't what these sluts say
Back in highschool they used to say I wouldn't get it but I did
And I'll admit it I love that you a critic
Everything I drop for y'all it be exclusives
I'll give em the blueprint but don't put in ya two cents I'm good
Stay out his way and stay away from him
I'm bout blow I feel the hate coming
Don't talk about him and don't say nothing
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
He always real you niggas stay fronting
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
All these rappers run away from him
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
Me I want them grown stacks
Niggas hating like they'll send them teks to my while they bitch hitting my phone back
They don't get the message
Being fake I don't condone that
Until they put me in a tomb I'll be stuck in my own raps
Is y'all really thinking ya'll run this shit
I took time out putting youngn's on punishment
You can get who you wanna get
As far freshman on that XXL cover I'll murder who was on front of it
Now they scared like Trife chill
But how could you chill with these nice skills
Blacking out to pay my light bill
Don't really give a shit bout how you might feel
Middle finger to all the haters giving me ice grills
My old bitch better then ya new bitch and my new chick
Ahh f*ck it she too thick
Everything I drop for y'all it be exclusive
I give em the blue print but don't put in ya two sense
I'm good
Stay out his way and stay away from him
I'm bout blow I feel the hate coming
Don't talk about him and don't say nothing
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
He always real you niggas stay fronting
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
All these rappers run away from him
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
Blogs afraid to put me on they website
Cuz I'll offend them rappers wit they dead hype
Bird ass niggas talking bout they keep they're bread right
If you don't see my drive guarantee you see these headlights
Since when you earn them red stripes
These dudes be lying and they love it tho
Pulling strings on these puppets like the Muppet Show
And I don't wanna hear these suckas flow
Cuz I rather be getting head from a bad bitch who suck below
And yea I know she want me
I know y'all pussy I don't roll wit niggas on they monthly
Tryna say I ain't hungry
I turn this whole studio to a buffet
They tell me I ain't hard enough but that ain't what these sluts say
Back in highschool they used to say I wouldn't get it but I did
And I'll admit it I love that you a critic
Everything I drop for y'all it be exclusives
I'll give em the blueprint but don't put in ya two cents I'm good
Stay out his way and stay away from him
I'm bout blow I feel the hate coming
Don't talk about him and don't say nothing
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
He always real you niggas stay fronting
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
All these rappers run away from him
I'm bout to blow I feel the hate coming
Writer: Kenneth Wilkins
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