[Intro]
(Ooh, SAV killed it)
Bitch, yeah, and we on that
Bitch, we on that, hey, get his dome cracked
Hey, we don't condone that, nigga, hey
[Verse]
First day of class, I'm teachin' niggas how to ball
So much drip inside my closet, I could start my own mall
Bitch, I'ma rap 'til I die, I'm in it for the long haul
Brodie hit me from the feds, man, I missed his phone call
Now I'm kinda pissed, never actin' cocky, I got confidence
Crack daddy, next Friday, fell on a pile of shit
Ex bitch left me for a lame, man, I'm kinda sick
When I'm hurt, I go and make some pape', it's a compliment
Bust down Rollie, it got boogers in the facе
Forty shot clip, look like a ruler in the K
Tryna buy somе cut lean, you can meet me in the 8
I'm slidin' in the private jet, who gon' beat me to the Bay?
Hands tied, but we run the game by a landslide
I can't lie, I felt Ciara when she made And I
Always make the artist feel good, it's a fan jive
Fuck her from the back off a Perc' with her hands tied
It's a bag on the floor, tell 'em, "Bring it to me"
Make a bitch hit a high note, she singin' to me
It's finna be a nasty night if she drinkin' with me
Shit, I'll put her on a flight if she creepin' with me
Shoot a bitch out of town, make her feel special
Is you gon' love my ass to death is the real question
Weed stronk as hell, ain't got no name, but it's real pressure
My nigga Z makin' dog shit off of meal preppin'
You gotta feed the city
How many people came with you? Shit, an easy fifty
Fan bitch want an autograph, let me see your titties
They slid, but I bust back, he had Jesus with him
We the street committee
Freak bitch bust it wide open for an orange box
Nasty nigga, I just poured some Wock' in the orange pop
It was good, though, my baby Drac' old as hell in the Woodbro, this a hood joke
All-pink knot, fifty thousand up in fifties
OT Walmarts always poppin' with the gifties
Man, I hate a cap rapper, tell 'em, "Drop and give me sixty"
I do this shit for my team, so you poppin' if you with me
Warzone, bitch, I keep an MP5 on my side
I don't act gangsta actually 'til it's time for me to ride
I wanna move out West but the economy too high
Too much water on my neck, it been drownin' me inside
I'm a Saks Fifther, bitch, you play games, you a backflipper
Young bitch finessin' everybody, she a catfisher
The first time you lied to a nigga, made me act different
You can spend all your pape', but I stack different
I tried to fuck her from the side, sprung a back muscle
You tryna make it out the streets, you gotta add hustle
I'ma eat until I'm full for my last supper
I made five hundred thousand just last summer
(Ooh, SAV killed it)
Bitch, yeah, and we on that
Bitch, we on that, hey, get his dome cracked
Hey, we don't condone that, nigga, hey
[Verse]
First day of class, I'm teachin' niggas how to ball
So much drip inside my closet, I could start my own mall
Bitch, I'ma rap 'til I die, I'm in it for the long haul
Brodie hit me from the feds, man, I missed his phone call
Now I'm kinda pissed, never actin' cocky, I got confidence
Crack daddy, next Friday, fell on a pile of shit
Ex bitch left me for a lame, man, I'm kinda sick
When I'm hurt, I go and make some pape', it's a compliment
Bust down Rollie, it got boogers in the facе
Forty shot clip, look like a ruler in the K
Tryna buy somе cut lean, you can meet me in the 8
I'm slidin' in the private jet, who gon' beat me to the Bay?
Hands tied, but we run the game by a landslide
I can't lie, I felt Ciara when she made And I
Always make the artist feel good, it's a fan jive
Fuck her from the back off a Perc' with her hands tied
It's a bag on the floor, tell 'em, "Bring it to me"
Make a bitch hit a high note, she singin' to me
It's finna be a nasty night if she drinkin' with me
Shit, I'll put her on a flight if she creepin' with me
Shoot a bitch out of town, make her feel special
Is you gon' love my ass to death is the real question
Weed stronk as hell, ain't got no name, but it's real pressure
My nigga Z makin' dog shit off of meal preppin'
You gotta feed the city
How many people came with you? Shit, an easy fifty
Fan bitch want an autograph, let me see your titties
They slid, but I bust back, he had Jesus with him
We the street committee
Freak bitch bust it wide open for an orange box
Nasty nigga, I just poured some Wock' in the orange pop
It was good, though, my baby Drac' old as hell in the Woodbro, this a hood joke
All-pink knot, fifty thousand up in fifties
OT Walmarts always poppin' with the gifties
Man, I hate a cap rapper, tell 'em, "Drop and give me sixty"
I do this shit for my team, so you poppin' if you with me
Warzone, bitch, I keep an MP5 on my side
I don't act gangsta actually 'til it's time for me to ride
I wanna move out West but the economy too high
Too much water on my neck, it been drownin' me inside
I'm a Saks Fifther, bitch, you play games, you a backflipper
Young bitch finessin' everybody, she a catfisher
The first time you lied to a nigga, made me act different
You can spend all your pape', but I stack different
I tried to fuck her from the side, sprung a back muscle
You tryna make it out the streets, you gotta add hustle
I'ma eat until I'm full for my last supper
I made five hundred thousand just last summer
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