Nippy

My bitch sticky Got no flaws picky Got my trap up, bread still backed up Pray that God's with me Money fit me I ain't no child pickney She ain't no rat But when I go raw, that box gon' sing, Whitney These niggas fishy Cry bout a bitch simpy Man I'm so fucked up, I don't really feel shit Heart got cold nippy My life risky Took my style litty Old shit wack anyway, got a new wave So it ain't no biggy New shit polished, nuisance, obvi In and I'm out like Robby Good with my time don't clock me I be with ahki's, dread heads, natty's Trini up to my aunties Ran my steps like rocky They might watch me When I fall off they'll mock me When I'm back on they top me When I fall back they cocky Niggas shock me, niggas look real fugazi Niggas like marc got real Hollywood I don't know if its true but probably They don't, know me, you real? Show me, put in that work like OT 24 8 like Kobe, bitches nosey When you first hit they trophies When you go broke they lonely When you break bread they cozy My bitch sticky Got no flaws picky Got my trap up, bread still backed up Pray that God's with me Money fit me I ain't no child pickney She ain't no rat But when I go raw, that box gon' sing, Whitney These niggas fishy Cry bout a bitch simpy Man I'm so fucked up, I don't really feel shit Heart got cold nippy My life risky Took my style litty Old shit wack anyway, got a new wave So it ain't no biggy I gotta double money I can't be the nigga that was eatin' Fell cause he was dumb with paper I got shit where I could write a book About these bitches and these niggas claimin' haters We the last four five niggas that's ten toes And that's now and later Got a wrist watch with the calculator Got the chicken movin' up like elevators We been with it if we got a problem Don't fake though And I just wanna make my momma prouder Know she lookin at a new Range Rover Peakin' out the room Lookin at my mother hurtin' Cause she need a takeover And now I'm lookin at a hangover Since then I ain't never been sober I gotta move a mile a minute baby Gotta get it how I live it baby I don't mind if you gon' ride with me But I got dollars that I gotta get into baby A lotta problems that I'm given baby Is from me and tryna see no limit baby I know that I shouldn't lie to you Now I got therapy I gotta give to you baby Got bodies that I never mismatch Cause I don't know if I could risk that And if a nigga fall down Then I know that I'm surely gonna make a get back Make or break a nigga like a KitKat Niggas sleepin' make 'em take a lit nap I been goin through it so long I ain't even moved from a nigga chit chat Like yea My bitch sticky Got no flaws picky Got my trap up, bread still backed up Pray that God's with me Money fit me I ain't no child pickney She ain't no rat But when I go raw, that box gon' sing, Whitney These niggas fishy Cry bout a bitch simpy Man I'm so fucked up, I don't really feel shit Heart got cold nippy My life risky Took my style litty Old shit wack anyway, got a new wave So it ain't no biggy