[Intro]
(Skelli, is that you?)
[Chorus]
I was sad when I was broke, shit got worse when I got richer
Can't even get my rocks off, freaky hoes tryna take a picture
Them ain't your brothers, you was parched, they ain't show you how to find a river
Know Lil J get on the opps' nerves 'cause he's a slimy nigga
Drop that bag, my youngin do it quickly, know they time tickin'
I was bustin' juggs and sellin' dreams, seventeen with half a ticket
I went broke, the ones who said we bros did not pay no visit
I don't trip, I been knew niggas hoes, it don't be no difference
[Verse]
I like my bitch no makeup, no lashes, no filler
Baby know she keep it gangster, it ain't nothin' I wouldn't get her
Her nigga mad because I hit her, she a bad bitch, you should tip her
You can have this shit, I don't want the bitch, no, she ain't mine, nigga
She got tattoos on her ass, she thick as fuck, I almost filled her up
Nerdy-nigga glasses on, but I still keep my pistol tucked
Your shooter like semis, bro, up that bitch, he ain't hittin' nothin'
My shooter be splittin' stuff, throw it up, he gon' get it done
This bitch ain't want nobody to know I fucked her when I was broke
I got rich, now I get throat and drama, that shit low
We eat Benihanas, tote on choppers and some more
These niggas be oppers, they get popped goin' for that smoke
Uh-huh, bitch, I'm real juggin'
Dog shit got me smellin' like some stale puddin'
I sell verses, soulful, I don't sell nothin'
I get mad, load Kel-Tec, tryna kill somethin'
(Skelli, is that you?)
[Chorus]
I was sad when I was broke, shit got worse when I got richer
Can't even get my rocks off, freaky hoes tryna take a picture
Them ain't your brothers, you was parched, they ain't show you how to find a river
Know Lil J get on the opps' nerves 'cause he's a slimy nigga
Drop that bag, my youngin do it quickly, know they time tickin'
I was bustin' juggs and sellin' dreams, seventeen with half a ticket
I went broke, the ones who said we bros did not pay no visit
I don't trip, I been knew niggas hoes, it don't be no difference
[Verse]
I like my bitch no makeup, no lashes, no filler
Baby know she keep it gangster, it ain't nothin' I wouldn't get her
Her nigga mad because I hit her, she a bad bitch, you should tip her
You can have this shit, I don't want the bitch, no, she ain't mine, nigga
She got tattoos on her ass, she thick as fuck, I almost filled her up
Nerdy-nigga glasses on, but I still keep my pistol tucked
Your shooter like semis, bro, up that bitch, he ain't hittin' nothin'
My shooter be splittin' stuff, throw it up, he gon' get it done
This bitch ain't want nobody to know I fucked her when I was broke
I got rich, now I get throat and drama, that shit low
We eat Benihanas, tote on choppers and some more
These niggas be oppers, they get popped goin' for that smoke
Uh-huh, bitch, I'm real juggin'
Dog shit got me smellin' like some stale puddin'
I sell verses, soulful, I don't sell nothin'
I get mad, load Kel-Tec, tryna kill somethin'
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