Yes, You Did

Gang Don't even look over here (thanks, Yakree) Gang Shit (shit) Yeah, I'm so sick of niggas Yeah, pull up, S550, spit in my ho mouth when I kiss her Yeah, rich 'round drug dealers, yeah, rich 'round real killers Yeah, could've been a victim, I ain't say that, yes, you did (bah) I'm so deep, my duffy and my bag and my Prada Yeah, $4K for this coat, I'm a G.O.A.T., reppin' that project rap Dripped up to the floor, bitch, I'm soaked, overflowed He won't do whatever I do, this nigga my son, that's on folk, nigga Yeah, niggas wan' see my downfall When you get some money, number one rule, put your mans on Bubble for eight hundred, I got it for low, feel like I scammed son Hundred pounds a day, I got my cake up off of cell phones Still hustlin' 'til my day come Dog nigga who known for droppin' whores when I need badder bitches Starvin' just like Marvin when you niggas was eatin' Sunday dinner Love a bitch who treat me like a god, never touch my business Send drugs to the house, you tell me stay every time I come and get 'em Lord, yeah, paid in full like Ace 'nem, ballin' like I'm Shaq twin Yeah, trappin', rappin', same time, packin' in my backend Yeah, steppin' on they neck, I just ran up a check House arrest, six months, but I bounced back Just thank the Lord I rap, nigga Yeah, I'm so sick of niggas Yeah, pull up, S550, spit in my ho mouth when I kiss her Yeah, rich 'round drug dealers, yeah, rich 'round real killers Yeah, could've been a victim, I ain't say that, yes, you did (bah) I'm so deep, my duffy and my bag and my Prada Yeah, $4K for this coat, I'm a G.O.A.T., reppin' that project rap Dripped up to the floor, bitch, I'm soaked, overflowed He won't do whatever I do, this nigga my son, that's on folk, nigga Make sure my bitches and my glizzies get makeovers, new BBL They say you catch a body, you in the chances of goin' to Hell I'm already flamed up, I don't think I too much care Under investigation, they say I'm poppin' fraudulent checks at Wells But them crackers trippin', they know I'm out here trappin' and sellin' bales Know my phone jumpin', you know I ain't gotta run to every cell I got my hood jumpin', you know I ain't do this shit all by myself Is she good at fuckin'? You know I'm buyin' bundles of that hair I'm blowin' that shit, bitch, I don't care I'm not talkin' 'bout buyin' some ass, I'm talkin' 'bout lettin' off them shells I'll fuck, then turn around, then fuck the game, no, it ain't fair I don't care nothin' 'bout no rap shit, I'm still out here servin' squares (Shit) yeah, I'm so sick of niggas Yeah, pull up, S550, spit in my ho mouth when I kiss her Yeah, rich 'round drug dealers, yeah, rich 'round real killers Yeah, could've been a victim, I ain't say that, yes, you did (bah) I'm so deep, my duffy and my bag and my Prada Yeah, $4K for this coat, I'm a G.O.A.T., reppin' that project rap Dripped up to the floor, bitch, I'm soaked, overflowed He won't do whatever I do, this nigga my son, that's on folk, nigga