380 BAKE

These Hoes ain’t safe

I’m cracking tha code,

ain’t in my lane couldn’t be on my road,

I done made it without selling my soul,

call my lawyer and tha deal is closed,

now they tryna count me out

 but was on dick like Im number 1 like rose, now

They switching up on a young bitch making it seem like I ain’t that cold

Bitch I could never be 4

None of you hoes is goats,

Bitches is not even close,

They music suck,

that’s why they fcking these rappers to pop & they doing tha most,

Bitch take a look at ya self …

Look at the help,

Go head and Look in the mirror,

I ain’t have to fck for this shit,

I got that bag on my own and bought my own jewelry

Don’t let em lie,

and you can’t play both u gotta pick a side,

Always saying they riding

shut the fuck up if you always complaining bout tires,

bitches is haters to me in my eyes,

Ain’t gotta cater to me & that’s fine,

always saying they waiting on me to fall off

 bitch waiting in a long ass line Tuh

This ain’t a diss song,

 it’s a lot of people I gotta shit on,

Flush em

Closing the lid on,

see you in public u get tha stiff arm.

Give me my credit but I ain’t gon wait or debate,

I’m hotter than a 380 bake,

always claiming they minding they business but b watching me as soon as they wake.

I did it all on my own

& don’t owe nobody

And nobody write my songs,

Nobody made me known

Nobody made me pop

**** be mad That’s all

I know it’s hard to see

Tryna reach out but these **** can’t talk to me,

don’t wanna see me win

Feeling left out cuz you ain’t apart of me.

I made a name for myself,

handled my L’s & ain’t blame

nobody else ,

I put a smile on my face for tha public nobody knowing tha pain I felt,

Been through a lot

Soon as i get to tha end

Here go tha devil again,

Here they go in they muthafcking feelings,

mad because it’s me and aint them,

Mad cuz I’m getting this money

& I ain’t tryna go break them off a percent, mad cuz

everytime the first come it ain’t me who paying they rent.

They Tryna stop me from getting this bag like I ain’t got a seed,

like I got a daughter to feed,

I spoil my lil girl she think money growing on trees,

Fuck who don’t like it

& Fuck yo opinion

Fuck all the drama

This money I’m getting

I Don’t even pay no attention

These hoes be all in my mentions

Gotta thank god for my talent

prolly be out here just wylin,

prolly be out here wit ya bag on yo head while sit but naked on a island