I'm a top three nigga I get to it everyday
You ain't shootin' real life nigga this ain't2k
Got a bad bitch and she got a friend who's slight gay
Like my bitches like my money
'Cause it's coming both ways
Load came in last week
Still they catching no plays
Niggas trappin' for the name they don't really love the game
Had to middleman shit had to do what Simon say
If you ain't stack it up then you really who to blame
We got real za it hit different every strain
Niggas sellin' bub cheap smoke really lame
I be hotter than a bitch nigga really too flame
I'm the coldest nigga out I got ice on my chain
I be changing up the weather I walk in and make it rain
I just can't stop wasting all these blues It's a shame
We in penthouse with a few hoes in your main bitch
She was tryna kick it with the gang while we lane switch
Said she got a man that's cool I ain't saying shit
Sent a few vids through the gram and made them vanish
Last link she was on go we ain't plan it
Hate it for her nigga I don't know how he can manage
Might give her this it do damage
I break hearts baby you gon' need more than bandage
Love every hoe black yellow and Spanish
Long as she can shoot from deep range like Candace
I'm a top three nigga I get to it everyday
You ain't shootin' real life nigga this ain't2k
Got a bad bitch and she got a friend who's slight gay
Like my bitches like my money
'Cause it's coming both ways
Load came in last week
Said they catching no plays
Niggas trappin' for the name they don't really love the game
Had to middleman shit had to do what Simon say
If you ain't stack it up then you really who to blame
Bitch
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I'm a top three nigga I get to it everyday
You ain't shootin' real life nigga this ain't2k
Got a bad bitch and she got a friend who's slight gay
Like my bitches like my money
'Cause it's coming both ways
Load came in last week
Still they catching no plays
Niggas trappin' for the name they don't really love the game
Had to middleman shit had to do what Simon say
If you ain't stack it up then you really who to blame
We got real za it hit different every strain
Niggas sellin' bub cheap smoke really lame
I be hotter than a bitch nigga really too flame
I'm the coldest nigga out I got ice on my chain
I be changing up the weather I walk in and make it rain
I just can't stop wasting all these blues It's a shame
We in penthouse with a few hoes in your main bitch
She was tryna kick it with the gang while we lane switch
Said she got a man that's cool I ain't saying shit
Sent a few vids through the gram and made them vanish
Last link she was on go we ain't plan it
Hate it for her nigga I don't know how he can manage
Might give her this it do damage
I break hearts baby you gon' need more than bandage
Love every hoe black yellow and Spanish
Long as she can shoot from deep range like Candace
I'm a top three nigga I get to it everyday
You ain't shootin' real life nigga this ain't2k
Got a bad bitch and she got a friend who's slight gay
Like my bitches like my money
'Cause it's coming both ways
Load came in last week
Said they catching no plays
Niggas trappin' for the name they don't really love the game
Had to middleman shit had to do what Simon say
If you ain't stack it up then you really who to blame
Bitch
You ain't shootin' real life nigga this ain't2k
Got a bad bitch and she got a friend who's slight gay
Like my bitches like my money
'Cause it's coming both ways
Load came in last week
Still they catching no plays
Niggas trappin' for the name they don't really love the game
Had to middleman shit had to do what Simon say
If you ain't stack it up then you really who to blame
We got real za it hit different every strain
Niggas sellin' bub cheap smoke really lame
I be hotter than a bitch nigga really too flame
I'm the coldest nigga out I got ice on my chain
I be changing up the weather I walk in and make it rain
I just can't stop wasting all these blues It's a shame
We in penthouse with a few hoes in your main bitch
She was tryna kick it with the gang while we lane switch
Said she got a man that's cool I ain't saying shit
Sent a few vids through the gram and made them vanish
Last link she was on go we ain't plan it
Hate it for her nigga I don't know how he can manage
Might give her this it do damage
I break hearts baby you gon' need more than bandage
Love every hoe black yellow and Spanish
Long as she can shoot from deep range like Candace
I'm a top three nigga I get to it everyday
You ain't shootin' real life nigga this ain't2k
Got a bad bitch and she got a friend who's slight gay
Like my bitches like my money
'Cause it's coming both ways
Load came in last week
Said they catching no plays
Niggas trappin' for the name they don't really love the game
Had to middleman shit had to do what Simon say
If you ain't stack it up then you really who to blame
Bitch
Writer: Mike Wylie
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid