Ain't Mean To Hurt You (feat. STAR BANDZ)

Baby, give me some cash

They got Wooskii on the mix

Ain't mean to hurt your feelings, not sorry, I laughed

Cold-hearted, hard for me to care, and please don't ask me why, uh

Ridin' through your hood playin' I spy with my eye

I got Lil King to my right, a **** play, then he gon' die

That pape' come in everywhere I go, 'cause I'm a money getter

Mark my words, they ain't no opps, I call them **** chicken tenders

Call him Ricky, turn him to a veggie and put him in a blender

Came up a bag, I lost it, then I made it back, I'm just a spender

I got racks, I'll put some paper on a fuck **** head, get the lil' boy hit up

It's just me and lil' BANDZ, we poppin' outside with some bands, we ain't doin' no pictures

If I'm hoppin' out and lil' Looney hop out, then it's all gon' lift up

Call lil' ho for the lo', you know Ree and 'nem slidin' for sure, we ain't doin' no stick-ups, ****

Promoters be wantin' to book me, but no, I ain't comin' without it

If it's one of me and it's like three of them, you know I'm shootin' my way right up out it

I was tryna count, **** lows out, all last week but I know they ain't comin' up out it

Tell the opps sit back, they ain't gettin' no cheese, **** die just for textin' that clout shit

Yeah, I'm really her, but who am I to say? Uh

Really ran from nothin', I'm like, "****, get out my way," uh

No, I ain't lil' sis 'cause I'm big dog, call me big brother, uh

Think she ain't on nothin' till I cock back and make it stutter, uh

Yeah, I keep it close, he know they can't play with me

My killers do it out of love, and they'll clap your brain for free, uh

Rock out in Plain Jane, it's just a hundred-dollar tee

Get that paper and brought him out, but it's free Zone until he free, uh

I'm not too stuck-up or too bougie to let a block bitch touch on me

I'm really outside, **** do not want to bump, I be ready to bust my Glee

He tried to slide and got hit with that fire, we left that lil' boy by a tree

**** don't come outside, they know we be out tryna slide, this shit on repeat

They don't really want no beef, they know we inhalin' the smoke and we fuckin' the city up

Fuck off some bread for the tab, I couldn't spend enough

Hop in the 'Cat and I make that bitch giddy up

I ain't finna play no games, you either gon' give that shit up or the reapers gon' set it up

I got this bitch suckin' dick in the Sprinter truck

Don't want your tickets, you **** ain't lit as us

I heard that they lookin' for me, tell 'em come and get me

I get money and ride in fast cars, he say he wan' to get in with me

I'm as turnt as it get, couple hundred all I spent

I ain't no dummy, got me bent, but at same time, I ain't got no sense

Man, fuck the opps, they make me sick, I been out bendin' with my clique

Cross that line, you gon' get hit, you ain't never seen a young **** shine like this

Put VVS diamonds all over my wrist

I'm changin' the climate whenever I step in the room, all the bitches be all on my dick

Catch a **** outside, I ain't tryna get flipped