Nigga, stop the car right here
I ain't get on XXL 'cause I was tryna win gangsta of the year
When I was down bad on my ass, 'cause they ain't stop the car, they had pushed the gear
Pussy, you ain't got motion, I peeped your gang had motion once a year
Tax time
I got rich and my city got mad at me
F*ck yo' feelings, before this shit, nigga, you ain't go half with me
I was frontline for myself, nigga, for the shit I'll catch a first degree
I was frontline for my hood, nigga for this shit I'll clear the streets
These niggas "Love & HipHop" in this shit
This rapper (?) next rapper bitch
I was gettin' too nice and feeling, so I backed back and upped my f*ckin' blick
I don't wanna link with you bitches, I'm on some foxes only shit
Try to set me up, I'ma take this Glock and slap a bitch, why you try that shit?
I ain't gon' lie, every young nigga in my city gon' shoot, they ain't callin' it quits
All them young niggas rap, but I was the first to make five hundred off this shit (racks)
All them hoes that dissed me back then, they ain't even picture this
Now when I go to the hood, it's seventy thousand and seven Drac's on me
Nigga, this shit foxes only with me, nigga
Can't no nigga come around me
Can't no nigga get near me or nothin'
I switched up all my numbers, nigga, it's hard to get to me
Nigga, all that type of shit, nigga
Nigga, this shit get different, nigga
Nigga, switches, Drac's, and fast cars, nigga
And a lot of bitches with BBL's, nigga
Huh, I just dropped them rack off to my mama, had to make sure she was good
Nigga, this shit so different, only a couple niggas in my neighborhood
I don't know who I can trust
Foxes ready to bust your shit, over-stood
Nigga, I heard the feds been watchin', I gotta play it cool
Brand new Drac', this shit came with the wood
Hundred thousand in bonds, for certain ones, nigga, I redo it
I seen a junkie sniff some so hard they had to ptt, ptt, ptt
We put the Drac' on his ass, 7.62 hit like a lighter fluid
Nigga, this shit so hot, when you feel it, you gon' uh, uh, uh
Ain't no nigga help me do it
I had to get off my ass and do it
I was workin' the block, 'bows, and hoes
I had to f*ckin' do it
Nigga play with my name back then, I was ready to do it
Nigga at my name on anything, I'ma get straight to it
Nigga how that shit sound when I cash 'em out
What you know 'bout the trappers in the city with no P's, it's a f*ckin' drought?
What you know 'bout gettin' that real call, like "I'm hoppin' off the plane"?
What you know about gettin' that call like they just gunned your lil' brother down?
Nigga, I ain't have to get that call, I was right there with him
Nigga don't call my phone when it happen, I'ma cash you out soon as you hit 'em
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Nigga, stop the car right here
I ain't get on XXL 'cause I was tryna win gangsta of the year
When I was down bad on my ass, 'cause they ain't stop the car, they had pushed the gear
Pussy, you ain't got motion, I peeped your gang had motion once a year
Tax time
I got rich and my city got mad at me
F*ck yo' feelings, before this shit, nigga, you ain't go half with me
I was frontline for myself, nigga, for the shit I'll catch a first degree
I was frontline for my hood, nigga for this shit I'll clear the streets
These niggas "Love & HipHop" in this shit
This rapper (?) next rapper bitch
I was gettin' too nice and feeling, so I backed back and upped my f*ckin' blick
I don't wanna link with you bitches, I'm on some foxes only shit
Try to set me up, I'ma take this Glock and slap a bitch, why you try that shit?
I ain't gon' lie, every young nigga in my city gon' shoot, they ain't callin' it quits
All them young niggas rap, but I was the first to make five hundred off this shit (racks)
All them hoes that dissed me back then, they ain't even picture this
Now when I go to the hood, it's seventy thousand and seven Drac's on me
Nigga, this shit foxes only with me, nigga
Can't no nigga come around me
Can't no nigga get near me or nothin'
I switched up all my numbers, nigga, it's hard to get to me
Nigga, all that type of shit, nigga
Nigga, this shit get different, nigga
Nigga, switches, Drac's, and fast cars, nigga
And a lot of bitches with BBL's, nigga
Huh, I just dropped them rack off to my mama, had to make sure she was good
Nigga, this shit so different, only a couple niggas in my neighborhood
I don't know who I can trust
Foxes ready to bust your shit, over-stood
Nigga, I heard the feds been watchin', I gotta play it cool
Brand new Drac', this shit came with the wood
Hundred thousand in bonds, for certain ones, nigga, I redo it
I seen a junkie sniff some so hard they had to ptt, ptt, ptt
We put the Drac' on his ass, 7.62 hit like a lighter fluid
Nigga, this shit so hot, when you feel it, you gon' uh, uh, uh
Ain't no nigga help me do it
I had to get off my ass and do it
I was workin' the block, 'bows, and hoes
I had to f*ckin' do it
Nigga play with my name back then, I was ready to do it
Nigga at my name on anything, I'ma get straight to it
Nigga how that shit sound when I cash 'em out
What you know 'bout the trappers in the city with no P's, it's a f*ckin' drought?
What you know 'bout gettin' that real call, like "I'm hoppin' off the plane"?
What you know about gettin' that call like they just gunned your lil' brother down?
Nigga, I ain't have to get that call, I was right there with him
Nigga don't call my phone when it happen, I'ma cash you out soon as you hit 'em
I ain't get on XXL 'cause I was tryna win gangsta of the year
When I was down bad on my ass, 'cause they ain't stop the car, they had pushed the gear
Pussy, you ain't got motion, I peeped your gang had motion once a year
Tax time
I got rich and my city got mad at me
F*ck yo' feelings, before this shit, nigga, you ain't go half with me
I was frontline for myself, nigga, for the shit I'll catch a first degree
I was frontline for my hood, nigga for this shit I'll clear the streets
These niggas "Love & HipHop" in this shit
This rapper (?) next rapper bitch
I was gettin' too nice and feeling, so I backed back and upped my f*ckin' blick
I don't wanna link with you bitches, I'm on some foxes only shit
Try to set me up, I'ma take this Glock and slap a bitch, why you try that shit?
I ain't gon' lie, every young nigga in my city gon' shoot, they ain't callin' it quits
All them young niggas rap, but I was the first to make five hundred off this shit (racks)
All them hoes that dissed me back then, they ain't even picture this
Now when I go to the hood, it's seventy thousand and seven Drac's on me
Nigga, this shit foxes only with me, nigga
Can't no nigga come around me
Can't no nigga get near me or nothin'
I switched up all my numbers, nigga, it's hard to get to me
Nigga, all that type of shit, nigga
Nigga, this shit get different, nigga
Nigga, switches, Drac's, and fast cars, nigga
And a lot of bitches with BBL's, nigga
Huh, I just dropped them rack off to my mama, had to make sure she was good
Nigga, this shit so different, only a couple niggas in my neighborhood
I don't know who I can trust
Foxes ready to bust your shit, over-stood
Nigga, I heard the feds been watchin', I gotta play it cool
Brand new Drac', this shit came with the wood
Hundred thousand in bonds, for certain ones, nigga, I redo it
I seen a junkie sniff some so hard they had to ptt, ptt, ptt
We put the Drac' on his ass, 7.62 hit like a lighter fluid
Nigga, this shit so hot, when you feel it, you gon' uh, uh, uh
Ain't no nigga help me do it
I had to get off my ass and do it
I was workin' the block, 'bows, and hoes
I had to f*ckin' do it
Nigga play with my name back then, I was ready to do it
Nigga at my name on anything, I'ma get straight to it
Nigga how that shit sound when I cash 'em out
What you know 'bout the trappers in the city with no P's, it's a f*ckin' drought?
What you know 'bout gettin' that real call, like "I'm hoppin' off the plane"?
What you know about gettin' that call like they just gunned your lil' brother down?
Nigga, I ain't have to get that call, I was right there with him
Nigga don't call my phone when it happen, I'ma cash you out soon as you hit 'em
Writer: Cavon Paige
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group