Want Beef? 3.0 YSN Flow

[Intro]
(Oh, yeah, Sam, that bitch right here go hard)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)

[Verse 1]
My brodie say he ain't coppin' no plea
He ain't livin' for shit, so he feelin' like fuck it
My niggas know that trap finna make us some money
I swear that my big brother love it
Packed the big body, we hop out the G Wagon thuggin'
Everybody with me clutchin'
Everybody who said I wouldn't be shit
Y'all the reason I learned about bluffin'
'Cause these niggas cap, for real
Yo' dawg will fed you, then do some shit behind your back, for real
It was times I feel like I wouldn't make it
Man, I don't think 'bout goin' back, for real
I ain't been feelin' the energy niggas been givin' me
I'm on my own shit
Tell my bitch to quit trippin', she hate when we argue
I tell her she act like my old bitch
Pop two ten's, I'm on my zone, niggas keep callin' and callin'
Y'all ain't tryna talk about shit, I can't answer the phone
My bitch don't understand that I be thinkin' that I'm doin' right
When I'm doin' her wrong
I was never taught and you gotta understand
Niggas be focused on bitches and rubbers
And never even popped a rubber band