[Intro: Jaiswan]
(This is a Jay Johnson production)
Look
The worst thing you can do is sleep on a hustler, man, he gon' always bounce back
[Verse 1: Jaiswan]
If you don't wanna fall in love, bitch, don't fuck me
What's the reason of bein' this thick if you ugly?
Don't ever talk down on the sticks, these buffies
I'm stabbin' your bitch in the whip like I'm Chucky
Sick I lost Rube, huh
That shit left a lil' bruise, ayy
Tryna be a parent and make moves
So, babies, they barely go to school, huh (Go to school, go to school)
Threw the thirty on the tool, huh (Pat, pat, pat-pat)
That bitch hangin' like they cool, huh
These niggas hoes, they ain't goons
Wouldn't serial kill with a bowl and a spoon, ayy
Set up the funeral, he tryna go, huh
Just got the call, feel like I got a cold, huh
We was young standin' by the stove
Bunch of kids watchin' they dog like Paw Patrol, ayy
Ridin' 'round with a lot of pros, huh
So, nigga, I ain't got a lot of bros, huh
Kidd my brother, but he kinda blow
Money got a three-point-five, he made the honor roll
Pussy nigga better pay me now, huh
Dropped buffs for my lazy eye, huh
They dropped Rube and they made me cry
Made me feel like a ho in front of baby mom (This ain't that)
Hit the club at like eight o'clock, huh
Yeah, that bitch look like Haiti now, huh
If you owe me, then pay me mine
I hope you ready to die like you eighty-nine (Ayy, ayy)
I'm up dog shit, fuck you heard? Huh
They say I'm broke, got your fuckin' nerve, huh
Free cuddy Mike, he ain't fuckin' learn, huh
Facin' the book, Mark Zuckerberg
(This is a Jay Johnson production)
Look
The worst thing you can do is sleep on a hustler, man, he gon' always bounce back
[Verse 1: Jaiswan]
If you don't wanna fall in love, bitch, don't fuck me
What's the reason of bein' this thick if you ugly?
Don't ever talk down on the sticks, these buffies
I'm stabbin' your bitch in the whip like I'm Chucky
Sick I lost Rube, huh
That shit left a lil' bruise, ayy
Tryna be a parent and make moves
So, babies, they barely go to school, huh (Go to school, go to school)
Threw the thirty on the tool, huh (Pat, pat, pat-pat)
That bitch hangin' like they cool, huh
These niggas hoes, they ain't goons
Wouldn't serial kill with a bowl and a spoon, ayy
Set up the funeral, he tryna go, huh
Just got the call, feel like I got a cold, huh
We was young standin' by the stove
Bunch of kids watchin' they dog like Paw Patrol, ayy
Ridin' 'round with a lot of pros, huh
So, nigga, I ain't got a lot of bros, huh
Kidd my brother, but he kinda blow
Money got a three-point-five, he made the honor roll
Pussy nigga better pay me now, huh
Dropped buffs for my lazy eye, huh
They dropped Rube and they made me cry
Made me feel like a ho in front of baby mom (This ain't that)
Hit the club at like eight o'clock, huh
Yeah, that bitch look like Haiti now, huh
If you owe me, then pay me mine
I hope you ready to die like you eighty-nine (Ayy, ayy)
I'm up dog shit, fuck you heard? Huh
They say I'm broke, got your fuckin' nerve, huh
Free cuddy Mike, he ain't fuckin' learn, huh
Facin' the book, Mark Zuckerberg
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