[Intro]
([?] got the heat)
(You're not making this easy, Kyle)
[Chorus]
I-I'll never fuck with no rat, free the real ones
I'ma stay down and trap whatever 'til a mil' come
Nigga said he banned me from his hood, I'll still come
I took the condom off, 'cause I really couldn't feel nothin'
Show a nigga how to get a million, he'll still front me
Free Drich out the chain gang, he'll kill for me
Bitch got a BBL on her but she still ugly
Old beggin'-ass bitch want a nigga to pay a bill for her
[Verse]
Niggas need to hit the gun range 'cause they can't score
Mama said, "Don't let a nigga take from you", but I'll take yours
You can't slime me 'cause I'm the nigga at the back door
Gramz a real nigga, what the fuck he gon' cap for?
When I'm on the road with them 'bows, I drive a Ford
Niggas go broke on a ho and cry to the Lord
Dog-ass nigga hittin' this bitch on all fours
Got a white bitch from Swartz Creek, say I'm hardcore
The way I shoot the Glock, them lil' niggas think I'm Paul George
I'm tryna shoot dice in the six, I'm finna call [?]
I be throwin' B's for no reason 'cause I'm so damn bored
I'm a trap nigga, that's the reason why I rock Forces
The streets fucked up, rat and street niggas joinin' forces
I swear to God, you put your hand on bro, nigga, I'm gon' torch you
If it ain't about no money, it's not important
Hit him with this Glock and left his ass like the sign on Jordan
Wake up and trap all day 'til the next mornin'
They like how that nigga get rich 'cause I kept recordin'
I don't give a fuck, everywhere I go I'm strapped with .40
How you hatin' on a young nigga? Your ass almost forty
You is not a real Beecher nigga if you don't know Porky
Everybody know if I get rich, I'ma pass the [?]
I know you got money, but you chatty, your lil' ass a dorky
In the D, just left the studio, I'm finna grab some Coney
You be givin' hoes all your money, boy, your ass bologna
Chief Keef, they give me three hundred, I'm finna ball like Kobe
I'm in the 'jects throwin' fours, I don't live roney
Niggas'll act like it's beef when they know they owe you
In Flint, it don't cost nothin' to put them niggas on you
Niggas start beefin', then they put the people on you
I'ma always press niggas if they speakin' on me
I'm finna charge a nigga ten bands, he want a feature from me
([?] got the heat)
(You're not making this easy, Kyle)
[Chorus]
I-I'll never fuck with no rat, free the real ones
I'ma stay down and trap whatever 'til a mil' come
Nigga said he banned me from his hood, I'll still come
I took the condom off, 'cause I really couldn't feel nothin'
Show a nigga how to get a million, he'll still front me
Free Drich out the chain gang, he'll kill for me
Bitch got a BBL on her but she still ugly
Old beggin'-ass bitch want a nigga to pay a bill for her
[Verse]
Niggas need to hit the gun range 'cause they can't score
Mama said, "Don't let a nigga take from you", but I'll take yours
You can't slime me 'cause I'm the nigga at the back door
Gramz a real nigga, what the fuck he gon' cap for?
When I'm on the road with them 'bows, I drive a Ford
Niggas go broke on a ho and cry to the Lord
Dog-ass nigga hittin' this bitch on all fours
Got a white bitch from Swartz Creek, say I'm hardcore
The way I shoot the Glock, them lil' niggas think I'm Paul George
I'm tryna shoot dice in the six, I'm finna call [?]
I be throwin' B's for no reason 'cause I'm so damn bored
I'm a trap nigga, that's the reason why I rock Forces
The streets fucked up, rat and street niggas joinin' forces
I swear to God, you put your hand on bro, nigga, I'm gon' torch you
If it ain't about no money, it's not important
Hit him with this Glock and left his ass like the sign on Jordan
Wake up and trap all day 'til the next mornin'
They like how that nigga get rich 'cause I kept recordin'
I don't give a fuck, everywhere I go I'm strapped with .40
How you hatin' on a young nigga? Your ass almost forty
You is not a real Beecher nigga if you don't know Porky
Everybody know if I get rich, I'ma pass the [?]
I know you got money, but you chatty, your lil' ass a dorky
In the D, just left the studio, I'm finna grab some Coney
You be givin' hoes all your money, boy, your ass bologna
Chief Keef, they give me three hundred, I'm finna ball like Kobe
I'm in the 'jects throwin' fours, I don't live roney
Niggas'll act like it's beef when they know they owe you
In Flint, it don't cost nothin' to put them niggas on you
Niggas start beefin', then they put the people on you
I'ma always press niggas if they speakin' on me
I'm finna charge a nigga ten bands, he want a feature from me
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!