[Verse]
Bleh
If you know it, then I know it
Pop out at your party, pop out wherever your show is
No one talk about your name because you broke as a bitch
And I don't even wanna talk 'bout how much money I get
Way too much
And my pockets filled up, get your pockets spilled up
And I shoot with that gun, opposition get up
Ha, ha, ha, and I'm winning, so you know they hate us
Do it different, so different, everyone else wouldn't get it, no
I can do it different, I can-I can do it, too
Okay, I'm gone
On the block, we see him run
You can hit off routers, but you cannot hit a jug
B-B-B-B-Boy, I'm not a pussy, I'ma say what I want
JNCO on me, JNCO what I rock
Said you're going to kill me, but you will not shoot that-shoot that gun
Kill him then I lеave, kill us-kill us and they run
And I'm done
Just kidding, no, I'm not
Kidding? No, I'm not
Got a bullеtproof vest, but I promise you'll get shot
I'm tweaking off meds, keep on running to the ops
And he tweakin' in the spot, 'cause we set his dumbass up
And you really signed a deal, but without that shit, you flopped
And you don't make no good music, talk 'bout lies, and I can't cuff, bi-bitch
Bleh
If you know it, then I know it
Pop out at your party, pop out wherever your show is
No one talk about your name because you broke as a bitch
And I don't even wanna talk 'bout how much money I get
Way too much
And my pockets filled up, get your pockets spilled up
And I shoot with that gun, opposition get up
Ha, ha, ha, and I'm winning, so you know they hate us
Do it different, so different, everyone else wouldn't get it, no
I can do it different, I can-I can do it, too
Okay, I'm gone
On the block, we see him run
You can hit off routers, but you cannot hit a jug
B-B-B-B-Boy, I'm not a pussy, I'ma say what I want
JNCO on me, JNCO what I rock
Said you're going to kill me, but you will not shoot that-shoot that gun
Kill him then I lеave, kill us-kill us and they run
And I'm done
Just kidding, no, I'm not
Kidding? No, I'm not
Got a bullеtproof vest, but I promise you'll get shot
I'm tweaking off meds, keep on running to the ops
And he tweakin' in the spot, 'cause we set his dumbass up
And you really signed a deal, but without that shit, you flopped
And you don't make no good music, talk 'bout lies, and I can't cuff, bi-bitch
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