Yeah uh
Can't f*ck with these niggas nah uh
Ey lil shawty she dripped out in prada
Yeah she boujee
But I f*ck with it
You a groupie
I can't f*ck with it
I'm with gang we gon turn up
Hop in stu and I burn up
Spilling my pain on this bitch
I'm with yungbainn on this bitch
Ain't entertaining that bitch (nah)
Letting her go I can't save her
Like really I'm focused on paper
And I go for the neck like a razor
And I stay blending in like taper
They can't help but to turn up the fader
No we don't got no opps
Hating on me niggas should be ashamed
My niggas run up to tops
Pouring up henny go straight to the brain
She pulling up to the spot
And you know she give me brain
My niggas breaking the locks huh
We got these gatekeeping niggas scared
Upping the stakes we don't fight fair
Bad bitch she gon play with my hair
Savage and like most of these niggas be average
And like most of these niggas is starving
Yeah my niggas eating up cabbage
I just hop in the stu go retarded
They like Rish you won't make it
I beg your pardon
(Lame ahh niggas man
But we gon keep
We gon keep goin man
F*ck it
F*ck these niggas fr)
Huh shout out my plug
Huh we smoking that pressure (upinsmoke)
Yeah we loading them slugs
Put that boy on stretcher
Different hoes around Jozi
Step on the mic ingozi
Hotboxing at the pozi
We in the game not floor seats
Yeah lil bitch its BIA
We don't give no f*cks
In a unit like CIA
We got these niggas stuck
Im with my niggas its brothers in arms
Can't listen to niggas they music haram
We counting up figures got pain in my arms
Why would i care what you think
Bitch you ain't doing shit with your life
Why would i care what you think
Your niggas always telling you that right
Why would I care
Like tell me
I look at my pockets they healthy
And the goal just to get wealthy
I'm talking my shit you can't tell me
Why would i care what you think
Bitch you ain't doing shit with your life
Why would i care what you think
Your niggas always telling you that right
Why would I care
Like tell me
I look at my pockets they healthy
And the goal is just to get wealthy
I'm talking my shit you can't tell me
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Yeah uh
Can't f*ck with these niggas nah uh
Ey lil shawty she dripped out in prada
Yeah she boujee
But I f*ck with it
You a groupie
I can't f*ck with it
I'm with gang we gon turn up
Hop in stu and I burn up
Spilling my pain on this bitch
I'm with yungbainn on this bitch
Ain't entertaining that bitch (nah)
Letting her go I can't save her
Like really I'm focused on paper
And I go for the neck like a razor
And I stay blending in like taper
They can't help but to turn up the fader
No we don't got no opps
Hating on me niggas should be ashamed
My niggas run up to tops
Pouring up henny go straight to the brain
She pulling up to the spot
And you know she give me brain
My niggas breaking the locks huh
We got these gatekeeping niggas scared
Upping the stakes we don't fight fair
Bad bitch she gon play with my hair
Savage and like most of these niggas be average
And like most of these niggas is starving
Yeah my niggas eating up cabbage
I just hop in the stu go retarded
They like Rish you won't make it
I beg your pardon
(Lame ahh niggas man
But we gon keep
We gon keep goin man
F*ck it
F*ck these niggas fr)
Huh shout out my plug
Huh we smoking that pressure (upinsmoke)
Yeah we loading them slugs
Put that boy on stretcher
Different hoes around Jozi
Step on the mic ingozi
Hotboxing at the pozi
We in the game not floor seats
Yeah lil bitch its BIA
We don't give no f*cks
In a unit like CIA
We got these niggas stuck
Im with my niggas its brothers in arms
Can't listen to niggas they music haram
We counting up figures got pain in my arms
Why would i care what you think
Bitch you ain't doing shit with your life
Why would i care what you think
Your niggas always telling you that right
Why would I care
Like tell me
I look at my pockets they healthy
And the goal just to get wealthy
I'm talking my shit you can't tell me
Why would i care what you think
Bitch you ain't doing shit with your life
Why would i care what you think
Your niggas always telling you that right
Why would I care
Like tell me
I look at my pockets they healthy
And the goal is just to get wealthy
I'm talking my shit you can't tell me
Can't f*ck with these niggas nah uh
Ey lil shawty she dripped out in prada
Yeah she boujee
But I f*ck with it
You a groupie
I can't f*ck with it
I'm with gang we gon turn up
Hop in stu and I burn up
Spilling my pain on this bitch
I'm with yungbainn on this bitch
Ain't entertaining that bitch (nah)
Letting her go I can't save her
Like really I'm focused on paper
And I go for the neck like a razor
And I stay blending in like taper
They can't help but to turn up the fader
No we don't got no opps
Hating on me niggas should be ashamed
My niggas run up to tops
Pouring up henny go straight to the brain
She pulling up to the spot
And you know she give me brain
My niggas breaking the locks huh
We got these gatekeeping niggas scared
Upping the stakes we don't fight fair
Bad bitch she gon play with my hair
Savage and like most of these niggas be average
And like most of these niggas is starving
Yeah my niggas eating up cabbage
I just hop in the stu go retarded
They like Rish you won't make it
I beg your pardon
(Lame ahh niggas man
But we gon keep
We gon keep goin man
F*ck it
F*ck these niggas fr)
Huh shout out my plug
Huh we smoking that pressure (upinsmoke)
Yeah we loading them slugs
Put that boy on stretcher
Different hoes around Jozi
Step on the mic ingozi
Hotboxing at the pozi
We in the game not floor seats
Yeah lil bitch its BIA
We don't give no f*cks
In a unit like CIA
We got these niggas stuck
Im with my niggas its brothers in arms
Can't listen to niggas they music haram
We counting up figures got pain in my arms
Why would i care what you think
Bitch you ain't doing shit with your life
Why would i care what you think
Your niggas always telling you that right
Why would I care
Like tell me
I look at my pockets they healthy
And the goal just to get wealthy
I'm talking my shit you can't tell me
Why would i care what you think
Bitch you ain't doing shit with your life
Why would i care what you think
Your niggas always telling you that right
Why would I care
Like tell me
I look at my pockets they healthy
And the goal is just to get wealthy
I'm talking my shit you can't tell me
Writer: Awande Mqwambi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid