Yeah, let me talk my shit real quick 'Cause these niggas sleep like they on Nyquil and shit Time to wake these niggas up Fuck wrong with these niggas? (Ace Bankz on the track)
They'll tell me that I'm wrong if I spaz on em Told my haters kiss my ass, so I sag on em He a dummy telling niggas, he got cash on em Got some paint on my Margiela's, spent a bag on em They expected me to stop, but I gassed on 'em I mean expected me to fail, but I passed on 'em Gotta warrant out in Florida, did the dash on 'em Came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on 'em I'm about to be rich Counted me out, now they all interested Don't call my phone, I'm not giving you shit I'ma answer and tell you "Suck a dick" Plus "Yo' momma a ho' and yo' daddy a bitch" It's 2020, baby, time to get lit This for when there was no food in my fridge Back then, bitches did not fuck with the kid Now all of my options is unlimited
Hen in my cup, smoking on twinny twin Almost gave up, came back like Marshawn Lynch Straight from the mud, I came up from the trench Rather make money, don't wanna make friends Father, forgive me for all of my sins They want me to lose. but bitch I'm gonna win They act like they perfect, but they all pretend Anyways, I'ma do me I be paranoid, so I keep the pole You might catch a bullet tryna be a troll Niggas love to talk about what they don't know Fuck the internet, boy, keep yo' business low I keep getting high to keep from feeling low Rest In Peace to Charles, they really killed my bro I don't fall in love, just wanna let you know Once I catch a nut, it's time for you to go Ayy, shoutout to Dirk 'cause he raised me up from a baby at birth It broke my heart to see him leave the earth Once you had left, daddy, shit had got worse I'm all about action, I don't exchange words Make my bitch walk with that gun in her purse If they lock me up, put "Free John" on a shirt Cause I'm on probation and I'm moving work They don't have feathers, but my birdies chirp I keep switching my flows Not talking sushi, but I'm on a roll Humble yourself, boy, stop tryna act bold Don't say I didn't warn you when you get exposed You rappers is weird out here selling y'all soul I'ma praise God and still sellout a show She ask me for money, I'm telling her "No" Go hit the club get yo ass on the pole
They'll tell me that I'm wrong if I spaz on em Told my haters kiss my ass, so I sag on em He a dummy telling niggas, he got cash on em Got some paint on my Margiela's, spent a bag on em They expected me to stop, but I gassed on 'em I mean expected me to fail, but I passed on 'em Gotta warrant out in Florida, did the dash on 'em Came out of jail, signed a deal, cashed on 'em I'm about to be rich Counted me out, now they all interested Don't call my phone, I'm not giving you shit I'ma answer and tell you "Suck a dick" Plus "Yo' momma a ho' and yo' daddy a bitch" It's 2020, baby, time to get lit This for when there was no food in my fridge Back then, bitches did not fuck with the kid Now all of my options is unlimited
John Gabbana!
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