Bitter Raps WESTSIDE BOOGIE

[Intro]
Yo it's a thin line between opinions and bitterness, my nigga
Choose wisely
Ayo, this thirsty shit could be a real deadly thing, bruh
Don't be the next victim of Thirst 48
Unless it's too late
I think it is
Whoa, ugh

[Verse 1]
And I'm a witness (I'm a witness), shit
I hate when niggas get to flexing
Just to show off for some bitches (For some bitches)
But still ain't got none, hmm (And still ain't got none)
You smoke 'em out just for the kisses
Always asking for a shotgun
You need to kill that (Need to kill that), whoa
I know I always say I'm numb
So you should know that we don't feel that (We don't feel that)
No, we don't feel that (We don't feel that), huh
But we ain't on the same thing, no, we ain't on the same thing
So what you saying? (What you saying?)
Ugh, I hate when niggas get grown up
And out of nowhere, get to banging (Oh he banging?)
Like where you hanging? (Where you hanging?)
Hmm, I wonder if them niggas know you
At the place that you be claiming (Prolly not)
Or you just acting (Or you just acting), whoa
And most you niggas is my sons
Shit, I should claim you on my taxes (On my taxes)
It's more than rapping (It's more than rapping), ha
But we ain't on the same thing, no, we ain't on the same thing