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That Rollie inspired me I love you bitch, why would you lie to me? When I was broke, she wouldn't say hi to me I swear them bitches wasn't minding me Spent the check on a Patek Had to boss up, had to cross my ex Got rich and flooded my neck 50 bandz, hundred bags on the deck I hear you talking, put that talking on rest Trust me you don't want to be like the rest Dick on her stomach, licking on her breast She went to sleep Imma let her get some rest Niggas in the way, niggas some pest Couldn't hold his weight, nigga a wrap 40 melting niggas like them niggas so wack You a pussy nigga, pussy niggas get taxed Hundred rounds going I be spitting the facts (yeah) Imma go to Neimans, imma buy out the racks I was shooting guns, never thought I would rap Range Rover we be riding in silence I ain't law abiding We some young niggas yeah we rich and we wilding And though we prolly dirt, you found a diamond I'm a boss, independent, i'm not signing You a slouch, you keep sitting, you not grinding Ain't no penmanship, I took my pen and started rhyming Fuck a plug, pick up that glock and I'm firing it Spent bands on some clothes and I'm literally styling Took that bitch from New York now she just can't stop smiling Make em suck on my privates And surprise her with prizes We some real shooters, we don't drive We gone let these bitches drive for us All my niggas yeah they down to ride Cuz who the fuck gone ride for us? Who the fuck out here dying for us That's his shit, that's not yours Got my own shit had to work for it Don't talk if you are not sure 10 hours in that bushes nigga I swear to god I was that bored Why these niggas drinking foo lean And they saying that that's clear they pouring African diamonds my fingers foreign Robbing plugs yeah my niggas on it All my niggas getting money bitch You not the only young nigga doing it Yeah we doing it Yeah we doing it We some real shooters It's a movement You should have known it He should have knew it He ain't have a brain, he was acting stupid Damn, he should have grew it They say clean out my music, I'm a bad influence Only bop I ever had my heart was ruined I was lunching I didn't know I was doing it Three years more and that prints lay booling Is you riding, what the fuck is you doing? Up first and them bullets went through em Fuck a lawyer cuz my niggas he do em Fuck a take man my niggas is booing Pour up a four I been drinking lean a lil more Hellcat got a lil raw Rolls Royce came with a draw We was shooting niggas running the four Q da fool run a whole four Got a problem, you could come to my door And I bet a bitch nigga blood poor Fuck nigga I'm a real shooter, not sparing no nigga Robbing niggas, I ain't con no nigga I stack it up then i bought my figures Play with me Imma bury you niggas Q da fool, I'm a known killer Keep swear you playing with the wrong niggas I know you see me josh strong nigga But that 40 kal josh stronger nigga Talking dumb, fuck wrong with niggas Fuck rappers, can't do songs with niggas We still snapping cuz we hungry nigga Need that food like i'm bony nigga We some real shooters, we don't drive We gone let these bitches drive for us All my niggas yeah they down to ride Cuz who the fuck gone ride for us? Who the fuck out here dying for us That's his shit, that's not yours Got my own shit had to work for it Don't talk if you are not sure 10 hours in that bushes nigga I swear to god I was that bored Why these niggas drinking foo lean And they saying that that's clear they pouring African diamonds my fingers foreign Robbing plugs yeah my niggas on it All my niggas getting money bitch You not the only young nigga doing it
Writer(s): George J Hudnall Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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