[Intro]
Ayy WILL
On God
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Who the fuck been in the kitchen, why you touchin' shit?
I pull that pot up out the oven, Papi don't need no other man
I left it how I left it auntie, why the fuck you touchin' shit?
He just threw me an extra two-hundred grams, I'm finna flood this bitch
I could fill a whole trash bag up, then stuff a wax bag up
I gave lil cuz a 8th and made his last bag up
Bitch, I've trappin' all my life
I got gray tan and I got white
I hit a lick for sixty-thousand, ain't buy shit but a pair of Nikes
This shit gon' go left, I don't care if you right
Let's switch it, ain't no nigga that's in sight
On Baby Z, I don't no lies, I stood on business about them guys
They tie my name up in a murder, about a nigga I never heard of
It ain't shit to do with murder, Papi Gotti, I'm a murderer
Thesе niggas move like Sammy The Bull
How thе fuck you gon' tell on one of your dogs?
They put my back against the wall, I felt like Jesus on the cross
I told 'em, I'm on man-time, respect, I'mma go and demand mine
I'll only tell your stupid ass one time, ''Don't bring your dumbass 'cross the gun-line''
Nigga, I pay my mama bills, yeah
I rap, but I'm still in the field
I got heroine and I got pills
Bitch, bring my money, ain't no deals
I just bought my sister a car, she said ''I love you wit' all my heart''
I remember I used to hide from them opps
Ayy WILL
On God
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Who the fuck been in the kitchen, why you touchin' shit?
I pull that pot up out the oven, Papi don't need no other man
I left it how I left it auntie, why the fuck you touchin' shit?
He just threw me an extra two-hundred grams, I'm finna flood this bitch
I could fill a whole trash bag up, then stuff a wax bag up
I gave lil cuz a 8th and made his last bag up
Bitch, I've trappin' all my life
I got gray tan and I got white
I hit a lick for sixty-thousand, ain't buy shit but a pair of Nikes
This shit gon' go left, I don't care if you right
Let's switch it, ain't no nigga that's in sight
On Baby Z, I don't no lies, I stood on business about them guys
They tie my name up in a murder, about a nigga I never heard of
It ain't shit to do with murder, Papi Gotti, I'm a murderer
Thesе niggas move like Sammy The Bull
How thе fuck you gon' tell on one of your dogs?
They put my back against the wall, I felt like Jesus on the cross
I told 'em, I'm on man-time, respect, I'mma go and demand mine
I'll only tell your stupid ass one time, ''Don't bring your dumbass 'cross the gun-line''
Nigga, I pay my mama bills, yeah
I rap, but I'm still in the field
I got heroine and I got pills
Bitch, bring my money, ain't no deals
I just bought my sister a car, she said ''I love you wit' all my heart''
I remember I used to hide from them opps
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