Lyrics

Know I probably got 'em pissed off Got a big bag and my bitch raw You'll never catch me trickin' off I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross I was broke but I done fixed it all When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin' I think it's a habit, I run through this shit like it's nothin' They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me I'm in the league, don't care about who after me I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (a freak) I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (on me) for free They probably think I'm a P N- ain't f- with me, I don't need nobody compete I run it up, now I'm out of their reach I got 'em bitin' now like a flea I'm on a flight to another region I got saved, I was stuck in the streets Think I was saved by the bell like I'm Screech I went legit, I'm still dodgin' police Before I got hot, I was clutchin' my heat I do this shit for the trenches, I preach I'm tryna teach, yah (on God) We get a dot and we creep We'll turn a O.P.P to a R.I.P Believe me, put his a- right on the TV I get lil' bro on your mind for a dime, he need it It ain't hard to find, me neither You ain't my kind, I don't need you You ain't my slime (you ain't my slime), I don't need you Know I probably got 'em pissed off Got a big bag and my bitch raw You'll never catch me trickin' off I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross I was broke but I done fixed it all When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin' I think it's a habit, I run through this shit like it's nothin' They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me I'm in the league, don't care about who after me I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (a freak) I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (on me) for free They probably think I'm a P N- ain't f- with me, I don't need nobody compete I run it up, now I'm out of their reach Savage a-, n-, big bag flipper (yah, yah) Big bag giver, big mad n- (yah, yah) I been ran it up, it ain't never last n- (yah, yah) I ain't going back to my past, n- (yah, yah) I ain't runnin' out of cash, n- (yah, yah) Tryna make my bag bigger (yah) 'Member they used to laugh at a n- (yah) Now who laughing n-? (yah, yah) Who laughing now? All these h- been passed around This sh- crazy, I'm a daddy now (on God) I got somethin' to brag about (on God) I got somethin' to live for I got somethin' to kill for Got a whole lot to lose, still got a whole lot to prove I gotta watch how I move Know I probably got 'em pissed off Got a big bag and my b- raw You'll never catch me trickin' off I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross I was broke but I done fixed it all When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin' I think it's a habit, I run through this sh- like it's nothin' They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me I'm in the league, don't care about who after me I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (a freak) I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (on me) for free They probably think I'm a P N- ain't f- with me, I don't need nobody compete (on me) I run it up, now I'm out of their reach
Writer(s): Jakobe Moody, Mark Nikolaev, Mamaev Vladislav Andreevich, Anthony Gargoura Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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