Lyrics

(Been tryna tell you fuck niggas y'all niggas suck nigga! Get the fuck off my court you bitch boys! I tried to tell you that shit nigga, you see who on the court nigga You see who's putting in that work, nigga? You see that shit, nigga? Why you leaving, bitch?! 16, endgame on y'all fucking head Look at that shit bitch boys, get the fuck off my court And stop disrespecting me you lil' dick ass bitches!) Yeah, huh-huh I'm way too old, no man gon' check me I don't give a fuck if another nigga don't like me Shoot from the front, hope a nigga come try me Hoes on the list and your wife just might be Talking big shit, we don't need no vest up She talk shit when she got that makeup Bitch you broke, gon' get that cake up I'm too clean, had to get my tape up 2K20 I'm back (I'm back) No wife, I'm straight, imma keep it like that, uh 2K20 I'm back (I'm back) And I never leave just came right back It's 2K20 I'm back (I'm back) Yeah, came with the heat no a nigga won't lack It's 2K20 I'm back (I'm back) No wife, I'm straight imma keep it like that, uh How you gonna hate? But a nigga never met me Certified bitch, told a nigga "come check me" Got a couple hoes, and the past still hate me Hit 'em one time, and they still say "make me" We don't (uh) fuck around, got a quick jug like "nigga what I found" Smokin' that heat like I'm off that mound Bitch I'm next, right now Huh, yeah, tell her bring her friends Huh, yeah, imma go again Huh, yeah, I set trends Fuck day one, I got day ends 2018, when a nigga start rappin' 2019, and a nigga kept working 2K20, and a nigga still trappin' Nigga on ghost, don't know what happened 2K20 I'm back (I'm back) No wife, I'm straight, imma keep it like that, uh 2K20 I'm back (I'm back) And I never leave just came right back It's 2K20 I'm back (I'm back) Yeah, came with the heat no a nigga won't lack It's 2K20 I'm back (I'm back) No wife, I'm straight imma keep it like that, yeah Shooter gon' shoot, funna take who? Pass that thot, fuckin on yo boo Up with the crew, funna rob who? Got a couple twos and a three for you Bet no one, tell 'em make a band It's still mine till the money hit my hand Fuck yo way, ain't never been a fan Niggas on dick and it's getting outta hand, huh I'm way too old, no man gon' check me I don't give a fuck if another nigga don't like me Shoot from the front, hope a nigga come try me Hoes on the list and your wife just might be Talking big shit, we don't need no vest up She talk shit when she got that makeup Bitch you broke, gon' get that cake up I'm too clean, had to get my tape up
Writer(s): Jamir Rucks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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