[Verse 1: DaBoii]
I'm tired of niggas saying what they gon' do when they see me
I'm tired of bitches acting like they special when they easy
I'm tired of niggas acting like they humble when they greedy
I'm tired of niggas watching my every move like I'm TV
I'm tired of this shit, ain't no nines in the whip
I'm just riding for my clique, you just riding for that bitch
Bitch I'm doing fine and my bitch finer than a bitch
Talking down on my gangster, why you lying with them lips?
Niggas talk a good game but they lying 'bout that shit
Bitch I'm smoking out the P, you can't buy another zip
I'm on vacation every month, you can't buy another trip
My bitch jealous of the Glock bitch keep riding on my hip, bitch
Yeah, shit is real real, a Perc 30 what I pop for the chill pill
Can't speak on the price that I get, you know the deal sealed
And every person on me dead like I killed Bill
Only when they out the way, when they be live
And you in trouble if I give them boys the green light
Doing wrong for the good but it seem right
Once chance to show me that you loyal, ain't no three strikes
What should a nigga cop in Neiman's? I'm indecisive
Why'd I ever trust a bitch when they be trifling
And I been tryna play for keeps they just keep typing
Was finna throw this shit away, bro said keep grinding
You ain't never say that shit nigga be honest
Oh you gon' put holes in me? We gon' see 'bout it
We some young wild niggas my whole team violent
And you can ask them OG's nigga, we silent
Nigga no cap
Stick in both straps
Get yo' bro wacked
Nigga toe tagged
I don't fuck with niggas, that's a known fact
Oppy suckas mugging in the club, where my pole at?
My nerves hella bad in this function, where my dope at?
Talking crazy? You on paperwork, we expose rats
I don't gotta put a hand out, I'm in my own bag
Run off with your life with this clip get your soul snatched
Bitch
I'm tired of niggas saying what they gon' do when they see me
I'm tired of bitches acting like they special when they easy
I'm tired of niggas acting like they humble when they greedy
I'm tired of niggas watching my every move like I'm TV
I'm tired of this shit, ain't no nines in the whip
I'm just riding for my clique, you just riding for that bitch
Bitch I'm doing fine and my bitch finer than a bitch
Talking down on my gangster, why you lying with them lips?
Niggas talk a good game but they lying 'bout that shit
Bitch I'm smoking out the P, you can't buy another zip
I'm on vacation every month, you can't buy another trip
My bitch jealous of the Glock bitch keep riding on my hip, bitch
Yeah, shit is real real, a Perc 30 what I pop for the chill pill
Can't speak on the price that I get, you know the deal sealed
And every person on me dead like I killed Bill
Only when they out the way, when they be live
And you in trouble if I give them boys the green light
Doing wrong for the good but it seem right
Once chance to show me that you loyal, ain't no three strikes
What should a nigga cop in Neiman's? I'm indecisive
Why'd I ever trust a bitch when they be trifling
And I been tryna play for keeps they just keep typing
Was finna throw this shit away, bro said keep grinding
You ain't never say that shit nigga be honest
Oh you gon' put holes in me? We gon' see 'bout it
We some young wild niggas my whole team violent
And you can ask them OG's nigga, we silent
Nigga no cap
Stick in both straps
Get yo' bro wacked
Nigga toe tagged
I don't fuck with niggas, that's a known fact
Oppy suckas mugging in the club, where my pole at?
My nerves hella bad in this function, where my dope at?
Talking crazy? You on paperwork, we expose rats
I don't gotta put a hand out, I'm in my own bag
Run off with your life with this clip get your soul snatched
Bitch
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