[Intro: RJAE]
Skrrt
[Verse 1: RJAE]
I just got Forgiato for the wheel, niggas know what it is
I'm not in competition with you niggas, and, no, I did not do this for a bizz
I’m on my own, I was strugglin' every weekend, but I made it, my nigga, I'm strong (I’m strong)
And I'm goin' with the baddest of bitches, I point at your bitch and I'm takin' her home
I don't care what they say, gotta stay on my waist, on my chain how you feel, yeah
I don't know what to say, I was still on the wait even after the deal
That's the nigga in me, I got a habit of keepin’ it P
I got a habit of fuckin’ this bitch and then givin' her back to the nigga she meet
I got a habit of slidin’ with Dracs in the foreign with pill bottles under the seat
I got a habit of—, I got a have it 'cause I don't know how to let anything be
Like, all of my exes got niggas, but if they want babies, them bitchеs gon' have ’em with me
Gеt me a king or a queen, after I get what I need, then it's back to the streets
Too many diamonds all on me to worry 'bout these thotties all on me
I got to chat again, I'm on some better shit
I took a flight to the ages who fuck on the bitch who was celibate
Got my pin requisite, if I'ma do it, I'm doin' it excellent
I got a shooter, he shoot like, "Brrt"
He Heaven-sent, back to this Drac', I been sippin' this medicine
Back to this bitch who been givin' immaculate head, or puttin' up, ain't no ho
Baby like, "Why you got all that jewelry?" I just put my pain on froze
And the bros, no matter what, I'm never turnin' on those
Yo, I'm peepin' outside talkin' all that shit
Pulled up with a stick now it's curtains closed
Skrrt
[Verse 1: RJAE]
I just got Forgiato for the wheel, niggas know what it is
I'm not in competition with you niggas, and, no, I did not do this for a bizz
I’m on my own, I was strugglin' every weekend, but I made it, my nigga, I'm strong (I’m strong)
And I'm goin' with the baddest of bitches, I point at your bitch and I'm takin' her home
I don't care what they say, gotta stay on my waist, on my chain how you feel, yeah
I don't know what to say, I was still on the wait even after the deal
That's the nigga in me, I got a habit of keepin’ it P
I got a habit of fuckin’ this bitch and then givin' her back to the nigga she meet
I got a habit of slidin’ with Dracs in the foreign with pill bottles under the seat
I got a habit of—, I got a have it 'cause I don't know how to let anything be
Like, all of my exes got niggas, but if they want babies, them bitchеs gon' have ’em with me
Gеt me a king or a queen, after I get what I need, then it's back to the streets
Too many diamonds all on me to worry 'bout these thotties all on me
I got to chat again, I'm on some better shit
I took a flight to the ages who fuck on the bitch who was celibate
Got my pin requisite, if I'ma do it, I'm doin' it excellent
I got a shooter, he shoot like, "Brrt"
He Heaven-sent, back to this Drac', I been sippin' this medicine
Back to this bitch who been givin' immaculate head, or puttin' up, ain't no ho
Baby like, "Why you got all that jewelry?" I just put my pain on froze
And the bros, no matter what, I'm never turnin' on those
Yo, I'm peepin' outside talkin' all that shit
Pulled up with a stick now it's curtains closed
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