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Ayy Twenty-two Bitch, I got it on my own, ain't nobody do for me I might've slowed down, but I ain't stopping with the lean Bitch, you're irritating, get your number off my screen Came up off theft, I ain't never served a fiend Niggas making petty thousands, tryna up it like it's cheese I can't gas up with these niggas, that ain't doing shit for me And I mean it when I say it, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me Feel like Melo in his prime, I might give a nigga sixty At the set-off cookie, they can smell me in the city Cost a bail to get high, you can't afford my addiction My mama told me stay up out them streets, I ain't listen Turn a nigga block into Iraq in one minute Hell no, we ain't the same, I put pressure on these niggas Hell no, this ain't a game, they'll do the extra 'bout a nigga Hell yeah, when I'm rich, I'ma act a little different Send a picture of you, it's a week before you missing I can't fold nor break, you won't mush nor taste And your bitch rap my song tryna make her lil' face You better keep her close before I take your lil' place I got used to these risks, when I work I feel safe I cannot fuck with you lazy ass niggas I will never love these trifling ass bitches As kids, we was taught that snitches get stitches So why in the fuck is y'all hanging with these niggas? You niggas just around, you ain't never made a difference I ain't really with that broke shit, it's a sickness I'm really in my Goyard, nigga, you the witness If you can't take the heat, get the fuck up out the kitchen Bitch, I got it on my own, ain't nobody do for me I might've slowed down, but I ain't stopping with the lean Bitch, you're irritating, get your number off my screen Came up off theft, I ain't never served a fiend Niggas making petty thousands, tryna up it like it's cheese I can't gas up with these niggas, that ain't doing shit for me And I mean it when I say it, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me Feel like Melo in his prime, I might give a nigga sixty At the set-off cookie, they can smell me in the city Cost a bail to get high, you can't afford my addiction My mama told me stay up out them streets, I ain't listen Turn a nigga block into Iraq in one minute Bidding wars with these labels, but I'm staying independent If you owe a nigga cheese, pay it off, or it's interest Brodie fell asleep off the juice, he is a victim P drop, Triple S, shit, I might grab some with him Where the percolates? Shit, I think I want me one I just bought an eight and put a line inside my cup I was making plays, you was playing with a slut She gon' throw it at me, you couldn't eat her if she drunk These niggas want verses, I don't really give a fuck Off juice last night, up early for the truck I might buy a 'Vette and go pick two bitches up If you think you're fucking with me, then you smoking 51s Bitch, I got it on my own, ain't nobody do for me I might've slowed down, but I ain't stopping with the lean Bitch, you're irritating, get your number off my screen Came up off theft, I ain't never served a- Niggas making petty thousands, tryna up it like it's cheese I can't gas up wit' you, that ain't doing shit for me And I mean it when I-, ain't no nigga fuckin' with me Feel like, in his-, I might give a nigga sixty At the set-, cookie, they can smell me in the city
Writer(s): Jaelin Parker, Demetrius Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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