Lyrics
Aye don't waste your time if you know he ain't worth it
Seen that look in his eyes I could tell he was nervous
It's Halloween fuck it **** I'm purging
I zip up the bag and then head to the service
If you a fuck **** then leave I'm allergic
When we spinning his block we gone move like it's urgent
I take off the gloves and put that in detergent
Wet that **** up like he said he was thirsty gang
**** said he was gangster he tell probably
I been out of my bag **** fell probably
To be real all the music was starting to sound like a failed hobby
But I'm sliding on beats like it's air hockey
Pour one up for my **** they say that they just want a shot but them little **** can't even share wocky
I know they was surprised when they seen little Ike at the top all these bitches they ain't even care probably
And I'd probably make three hundred racks if I go to the labels and send them my music and share probably
If they play all my shit on the radio **** will play it and say boy this ain't even fair probably
And I'm quick to flip out **** Isaac a failed Ollie
If I look at your hoe then I think she gone stare probably
Your bitches ugly they feel like a dare probably
I just know they got roaches inside of they hair probably
You can't hop in this whip with nobody
Who is you
Bitch I'm him and ain't nobody trying to contest it
I'm just looking for green like the Celtics
Went out on a date seen my old bitch I know she was jealous
She was looking like she want to give me attention like nah
Can I hop in the whip I'm the bitch you like Nah
She say I want a taste baby just a bite nah
Aye shout out the hoes that got cellulite
Fuck it though I'm on the grind I just want paper
When I was down bad on my dick I would ask them for no favors
Aye these **** don't even know patience
**** stop trying to get it from ike cause you **** did no waiting
Your pockets is ashy so olay them
Bro you don't gotta threaten me Isaac know you ain't did no spraying
And the bitches you like probably hoe phasing
**** I just went up on my price and your numbers did no raising
I don't take shit from a **** that's bitch made
I whip out my dick and I see what your bitch say
I been teaching these **** I feel like a Sensei
I'm still making money even on a shit day
And my **** eating we looking for big plates
If we starving we taking the food off of his plate
I'm just tryna fuck baby you cannot get date
Lil **** I'm him and my name it hold big weight
Written by: Isaac Jamaal Walker