Lyrics

Yeah (Damn DJ, what 'yo people do) Nigga know i'm a fuckin' problem You shouldn't have fuckin' woke me up, nigga (Alex Made This Beat) Nigga, I was chillin', they kept fuckin' with me Got niggas mad 'bout what I said, don't give a fuck, I meant it Now niggas see that I'm a problem they wanna pay attention Want some advice, get to them dollars, highly recommended I moved my momma from the smoke, I'm proud to say I did it I'm still at war, got faith in God but my trust in this blicky I don't give a fuck, anywhere I'm bangin', I can't let 'em steal me Fuck bein' famous, strapped like the Navy, up in any city I'm on whatever, go on and try it, pussy, come attempt me (Do it) My momma only son, I'ma bang this bitch until it's empty (Yeah) It ain't no chances I'ma go, I do, you goin' with me (Bitch) Niggas be cappin', on my soul we the ones gettin' busy Feel likе I led my cousin wrong, he up in penitеntiary I know it's not my fault but still, I could've did something different Don't ask me 'bout my fuckin' kids, just know they great and livin' I buy 'em anything they want, just know they love their daddy The last chance to leave me 'lone, so bitch just get the message I heard that shit y'all plottin' on, shit gon' get real deadly I'm tryna tell you, I ain't spinnin' nothin', boy, that's on my granny Think you the biggest stepper, nigga, well step on this cannon Shots go off and niggas panic, it's chaos, I'm causin' havoc Temper bad as fuck, my momma said I'm worser than my daddy Talkin' like you dropped the bag That watch fake, nigga, merch I'm cappin' Just like all them hand me down chains yo' goofy ass was wearin' I done ran through so much money, I could've went and got me a McLaren Stupid boy, who the fuck you playin' with? Better go play with yo' parents When you found out that yo' mans hit you sat right there and ate it The way I make a nigga "Poof", you'll think I'm Timmy Turner's fairy Ain't no lettin' up, bitch, I don't plan to Stayin' in the house yo' best bet, that's what you better do You come out, we gon' broad day yo' stupid ass anywhere Boy, I swear to god, bitch, 'cause I'm sick of you Bitch, I'm big RW, I can't forget to add the KU Niggas know what we be on, these niggas know just what we do Badass bitch a Barbie, I just bussed her down in Yeezy boots Out my top, no ceilin', it's like I'm Wayne, call me Weezy boo I don't need a hoe, these hoes be needed though Lil' bitch you broke, you sit around and talk about people though You ain't got shit, the fuck you sit and act conceited for? Yo' ass a dub, you just get fucked, you lil' freaky hoe (Freaky Bitch)
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Alex Tanner, Maurice Meeks, Efrem White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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