Lyrics

Flexing done turned a nigga savage, I swear I don't give a fuck about shit now My bitch do everything for me, I don't even give a fuck about my bitch now Got a couple labels calling my phone, so I'm 'finna hit the block with a whole brick now Make shorty 'nem get down with the get-downs Stand up for his homie, make his ass sit down! Shorty I got clout, know you better watch your mouth Cause I got a couple hitters out south That'll pop up at a nigga crib And they already in Like they got a set of keys to your house Got a couple hoes - thick and pretty as fuck That'll set a nigga up, for a little bit of nothing And they ain't even got a problem with you fucking After the job done, niggas want they money Real life, definition of savage Steal a nigga life like he had want me to have it Your bitch wanna' fuck cause she not that your average designer logos be on all of my fabrics But I'ma go crazy on all of these tracks And her crump in her face, while she calling me back If I don't answer, she gonna keep calling me back Texting me like - why you never follow me back? They keep calling me this, they keep calling me that But I don't give a fuck what a hater got to say about me! They let me out on papers, got bond money on deck So the county, won't get a day up out me I got shorties trying to put in work for me That's like ten, eleven years old I never expected this, I used to give them dollars when they were like seven years old Now they bad ass asking me for poles They know every word to all of my songs Unknown numbers calling my phone, I ain't trying to talk, leave me alone! Knowing me I'm in the pole where it's cold Really on the road somewhere doing shows! You can catch me on the mag with the moes Posted on Sunnyside with some hoes But I'm on Lawrence Ave, where them folks be at Why you looking for me? Hoe you know where we at! Not from over there, but you over there, don't got caught somewhere, you ain't supposed to be at! If you hanging with them, we gonna let it be that Why you taking pictures where you never be that? Gotta keep that bitch on us, wherever we at If you scared go to church where the reverend be at! And I ain't scared, nigga How I be lacking if I ain't dead, nigga? I'll put a quarter pound on your head, nigga Watch shorty smoke it off with his friends, nigga One so dead nigga I'm the man, nigga I can't stand niggas I used to do the hits, now I'm paying niggas 60-30 I got caught again But I keep that bitch on me just cause I can And I ain't scared, nigga How I be lacking if I ain't dead, nigga? I'll put a quarter pound on your head, nigga Watch shorty smoke it off with his friends, nigga One so dead nigga I'm the man, nigga I can't stand niggas I used to do the hits, now I'm paying niggas 60-30 I got caught again But I keep that bitch on me just cause I can Fuck a friend, I keep Spazz with me Cause I know my little brother gonna blast with me If you want he'll go get on your ass for me Keep me gun, and some weed, and some gas with me Fuck a bitch nigga, and his bitch nigga Gino wet him up, he address niggas Tried to set me up, but you missed nigga I'm from the pole where it's colder than "Briss", nigga! It's "The Fucking Guys," in my fucking eyes Be this way till the day I go fucking blind Gotta couple forties, gotta couple nines Gave 'em to my shorties Show 'em where to find all the ops at Pop that, never mind where the cops at? My gat it'll knock a nigga block back Fuck that, y'all know where the thots at? You gon' fuck around wit them fuck arounds You gon' fuck around and get fucked around Keep the thirties I just need a couple rounds Head shots got a nigga ducking down Red dots got a nigga sFace shots make a nigga look I be going hard, got these niggas hooks Spitting only bars like a nigga book Me and B-U Double riding in a foreign flying past niggas that act like we don't know 'em They say we won't make it, broski, we gonna show up on they ass, niggas ain't got nothing for 'em They say when I come through I'll be with something that'll cook a nigga like I'm George Forman Nina Sarafina that's my little bitch She'll do your whole clique I keep that bitch horny, ah!
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Shaquon Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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