Yeah, I come through in the clutch
Yeah, I be smokin' these woods but I'll be fakin if I say I ain't start from the Dutch
Forever be long live Si you speak on my patna you know that we sendin' you up
These niggas be broke and they cappin I'm not tryna hear it, I promise you I had enough
Like, yeah, nigga be goin' out sad
F*ck his bitch lil bruh dun tweaked got mad
He trippin you really sick bout a hoe tryna beef bout a bitch that I already had
Yeah my niggas get to the cash
They did enough spinnin' that shit in the past
I'm tryna get us out the hood and get all of us rich cause I don't know when they finna crash
Yeah, I'ma go do what I want and I don't give a f*ck how you feelin
Everybody shootin' they gun They shootin' up houses I do not consider that drillin
I brought a bitch to the spot and she know that we f*ckin she know I ain't catchin' no feelings
You know that I'm takin' her home I'm not finna cuddle I don't got no time for the dealings
Yeah, my young niggas reckless
Them niggas slimin' you down, yeah
Thought you was servin a P but them smackas is sticking you up for a pound
Calling jweek for the drill when its time for the business he dont play around
My young nigga bam yeah
He just copped a10-milli you play with that nigga He sprayin' the town
Niggas be throwin' them shots on the net nigga, that shit gettin' old
Why he diss me on a song karma a bitch cause lil' bruh is missin' a pole
Nah, I ain't beefin' with niggas but shit gettin' flipped if you get in the way of this cho
I can't even take niggas serious you go to the club and you know you not gettin' no hoes
Yeah, you stay actin' tough
But who is you tryin' to impress
You see the hoes
They is not f*ckin' with it
So you probably should give it a rest
Yeah, this bitch trippin
Know I'm a grown ass man
I ain't goin' for hearin' that mess
My partner just called him a glock with a built-in switch and we puttin' that hoe to the test
These niggas know not to play with this shit
Yeah, I really dare one I know some niggas that hit for a scam
But they ain't save the bread
So they went by the square one
You tryin' to fight But we carryin' big shit You crazy as f*ckYou not gettin' no fair one
If you did some dirt then we gotta get back and we standin' on business you know we don't spare nun
I just be carryin' cards
You never see racks in my pants
I'm textin' this bitch
Now he textin' me off her account
Like, damn, can you give her a chance
Like, damn
Insecure ass nigga
You trippin
She don't even call you her man
Hop in the car with her
Now she be bumpin' my music
Who really a fan
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Yeah, I come through in the clutch
Yeah, I be smokin' these woods but I'll be fakin if I say I ain't start from the Dutch
Forever be long live Si you speak on my patna you know that we sendin' you up
These niggas be broke and they cappin I'm not tryna hear it, I promise you I had enough
Like, yeah, nigga be goin' out sad
F*ck his bitch lil bruh dun tweaked got mad
He trippin you really sick bout a hoe tryna beef bout a bitch that I already had
Yeah my niggas get to the cash
They did enough spinnin' that shit in the past
I'm tryna get us out the hood and get all of us rich cause I don't know when they finna crash
Yeah, I'ma go do what I want and I don't give a f*ck how you feelin
Everybody shootin' they gun They shootin' up houses I do not consider that drillin
I brought a bitch to the spot and she know that we f*ckin she know I ain't catchin' no feelings
You know that I'm takin' her home I'm not finna cuddle I don't got no time for the dealings
Yeah, my young niggas reckless
Them niggas slimin' you down, yeah
Thought you was servin a P but them smackas is sticking you up for a pound
Calling jweek for the drill when its time for the business he dont play around
My young nigga bam yeah
He just copped a10-milli you play with that nigga He sprayin' the town
Niggas be throwin' them shots on the net nigga, that shit gettin' old
Why he diss me on a song karma a bitch cause lil' bruh is missin' a pole
Nah, I ain't beefin' with niggas but shit gettin' flipped if you get in the way of this cho
I can't even take niggas serious you go to the club and you know you not gettin' no hoes
Yeah, you stay actin' tough
But who is you tryin' to impress
You see the hoes
They is not f*ckin' with it
So you probably should give it a rest
Yeah, this bitch trippin
Know I'm a grown ass man
I ain't goin' for hearin' that mess
My partner just called him a glock with a built-in switch and we puttin' that hoe to the test
These niggas know not to play with this shit
Yeah, I really dare one I know some niggas that hit for a scam
But they ain't save the bread
So they went by the square one
You tryin' to fight But we carryin' big shit You crazy as f*ckYou not gettin' no fair one
If you did some dirt then we gotta get back and we standin' on business you know we don't spare nun
I just be carryin' cards
You never see racks in my pants
I'm textin' this bitch
Now he textin' me off her account
Like, damn, can you give her a chance
Like, damn
Insecure ass nigga
You trippin
She don't even call you her man
Hop in the car with her
Now she be bumpin' my music
Who really a fan
Yeah, I be smokin' these woods but I'll be fakin if I say I ain't start from the Dutch
Forever be long live Si you speak on my patna you know that we sendin' you up
These niggas be broke and they cappin I'm not tryna hear it, I promise you I had enough
Like, yeah, nigga be goin' out sad
F*ck his bitch lil bruh dun tweaked got mad
He trippin you really sick bout a hoe tryna beef bout a bitch that I already had
Yeah my niggas get to the cash
They did enough spinnin' that shit in the past
I'm tryna get us out the hood and get all of us rich cause I don't know when they finna crash
Yeah, I'ma go do what I want and I don't give a f*ck how you feelin
Everybody shootin' they gun They shootin' up houses I do not consider that drillin
I brought a bitch to the spot and she know that we f*ckin she know I ain't catchin' no feelings
You know that I'm takin' her home I'm not finna cuddle I don't got no time for the dealings
Yeah, my young niggas reckless
Them niggas slimin' you down, yeah
Thought you was servin a P but them smackas is sticking you up for a pound
Calling jweek for the drill when its time for the business he dont play around
My young nigga bam yeah
He just copped a10-milli you play with that nigga He sprayin' the town
Niggas be throwin' them shots on the net nigga, that shit gettin' old
Why he diss me on a song karma a bitch cause lil' bruh is missin' a pole
Nah, I ain't beefin' with niggas but shit gettin' flipped if you get in the way of this cho
I can't even take niggas serious you go to the club and you know you not gettin' no hoes
Yeah, you stay actin' tough
But who is you tryin' to impress
You see the hoes
They is not f*ckin' with it
So you probably should give it a rest
Yeah, this bitch trippin
Know I'm a grown ass man
I ain't goin' for hearin' that mess
My partner just called him a glock with a built-in switch and we puttin' that hoe to the test
These niggas know not to play with this shit
Yeah, I really dare one I know some niggas that hit for a scam
But they ain't save the bread
So they went by the square one
You tryin' to fight But we carryin' big shit You crazy as f*ckYou not gettin' no fair one
If you did some dirt then we gotta get back and we standin' on business you know we don't spare nun
I just be carryin' cards
You never see racks in my pants
I'm textin' this bitch
Now he textin' me off her account
Like, damn, can you give her a chance
Like, damn
Insecure ass nigga
You trippin
She don't even call you her man
Hop in the car with her
Now she be bumpin' my music
Who really a fan
Writer: Caleb Morris
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