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Check it out, uh I just prayed (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) keep prayin', keep prayin' (I got leather boy) uh (It's either way, by the way) I'm trippin', sometimes I leave the house without my pistol, know I'm slippin' I'm prayed up, but that what make me different Nigga make me mad, I pay a visit I'm too rich to slide, so I'ma pay that ticket (and you better come on home for me, now) Uh, you too young to die, lil' nigga, you better listen Don't think about that money, when you catch the plates, you better grip it Ain't have no money growin' up, so I be tippin' Even if it get hard, nigga, I go hard, start to finish Rule number one, don't disrespect my pimpin' The same niggas I help bossed up they life, try to stop my image The same bitches I went to pay they rent say I ain't spend it The feds made my knee broke when they took my Freebandz pendant They took my Bubba pendant, they took my brother's spinach The same week, I was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin' The same week them niggas tried, my youngers out here spinnin' You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, I'm trendin' The crackers steady hatin' like sayin' my car super tinted I'm super turned, I pay two-hundred yards for a tennis That 20k, you stupid ass lil' young niggas, y'all be trippin' Shit, I post a picture on IG with that shit on to fuck they bitches (Frrt, frrt) I don't even slide through here, he ain't got no switches Mhm, don't even slide through here, he don't even got no Benjis (got no Benjis) I'll wipe a nigga nose, get out my business My tape drop, them niggas ain't post my shit, that's why I'm friendless (I'm friendless) Don't ask me 'bout no niggas you don't see me with, that ain't my business Niggas envy a young nigga, before the rap, I was out here gettin' it How you flop on yo' lil' nigga, he ain't even expose your feelings But, it's cool, still get fifty a show, this shit up to the ceilin' I mean, it's bool, come through in a coupe, pull up wit' yo' boo Grip a tool, I see niggas be watchin', no, I ain't no fool Pocket rocket, this ain't no route, this off of trappin', fool Pull out them blues, bitch ain't Ice Spice, but, I get up in that mood Rule number one, don't disrespect my pimpin' The same niggas I help bossed up they life, try to stop my image The same bitches I went to pay they rent say I ain't spend it The feds made my knee broke when they took my Freebandz pendant They took my Bubba pendant, they took my brother's spinach The same week, I was right back in the jeweler, straight spendin' The same week them niggas tried, my youngers out here spinnin' You know I started that Goyard shit and Rickie Owens, nigga, I'm trendin' I watch when niggas try do U-turns Niggas watch you grind it up but still watch what you earn We'll scratch nigga out like a bitch went and got a new perm Years ago I said I wan' double back, oh, bitch, I'm too firm, it ain't no U-turn It ain't no doublin' back, run up several Ms I'm tryna double that, bitch, don't fuck up the ten, nigga It ain't no lovin' that, once the niggas take it to IG, it ain't no comin' back (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) Fuck that, true to myself I stay true to my bitch I stay true to my clique, I stay true to this shit Hoes wouldn't fuck me if I ain't have no bag, I'm through with that bitch Says she'll love me if I ain't have no bag, I see through the bitch Shit, I'm through with that hoe I'm done lootin' the folks Got the Bubbas for eleven, got to trappin' to choke Ugly bitch think she finessin', she be flexin' the poor Real mean with the wrist, I can whip up some coke Splash that bitch with some water, turn that shit to some dough Niggas be out here hatin' and shit, so that pistol I tote So that pistol I tote (Ooh-ah-ah-ah)
Writer(s): Rai Shaun Devante Williams, Jalen T Foster, Johnny Marshall Farmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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