Sick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin' They know I make it happen, I ain't rappin' (Uh-uh) I'm on dope, man, bitch, and I'm actin' (Yeah) He'll diss me, bitch, and I smashed him (Haha) Pop your top with that, it's up and stashed it came so back together Bitch, I do you dirty, come through swervin' with that black barretta Rolling Loud, want million-dollar cash what 'bout Coachella? I want that shit that make you flash, 'cause it smoke better Racks on a nigga ho', racks, I just do it better Racks, that lil' nigga broke I put his ass on top to stretch I'll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch Talkin' 'bout beefin', when I meet you greet you with a blitz Man, I hate a pussy nigga
Yeah, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga Pussy boy, I see you lookin' at me I had them young niggas in yours, waitin' in bushes, nigga Youngin pop out, wavin' with the rod and he tryna cook a nigga I'ma act bad, and I'm gon' flash out these thirty jiggers Yeah, that's my feelings 'bout my cousin and we murder niggas I'ma get him zipped, straight out the rip that's if he swervin' with you Claim that he rare, know who he is he got 'em savin' with you I'm a big truck (What?) Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up We don't give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin' Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama Let me feel somethin'
I really be gone on Thanksgiving, them niggas inpersonatin' Them pussy niggas, they ain't 'bout nothin' and it's two souls to hate me I'll rob you, bitch, I'll shoot you, bitch I'll Jack you out your paper Take all my chains off, jumped in with five I'm tryna face 'em I don't trust no bitch, no I know that that ho' gon' fuck on anybody livin' room Nah, I'm with that street, come from that trench pullin' kick doors They won't let me body, wanna see a nigga fall down Want me to help 'em out or slit my throat because they been broke
Yeah, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga Pussy boy, I see you lookin' at me I had them young niggas in yours, waitin' in bushes, nigga Youngin pop out, wavin' with the rod and he tryna cook a nigga I'ma act bad, and I'm gon' flash out these thirty jiggers Yeah, that's my feelings 'bout my cousin and we murder niggas I'ma get him zipped, straight out the rip that's if he swervin' with you Claim that he rare, know who he is he got 'em savin' with you I'm a big truck (What?) Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up We don't give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin' Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama Let me feel somethin'
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Compositores: Angelo Callari (Callari) (BMI), Brian Wolf (BMI), Craig Scheuring, Jason Michael Goldberg (ASCAP), Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (PRS)Editores: Artist Publishing Global, Big Thirty Eight Music, Jjasong Publishing West (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #41396459 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM