[Verse 1]
Uh, lemme talk my stuff, lately I been double checking everyone
All this burner talk and you ain't grippin' up on any gun
Swadey found a mali, said don't swing his knife on anyone
Well we've got three blocks that we beef, so go and get it done
My diamonds dance up in the dark without the flash, you must be drunk
Put in more work than a couple drillers so they must be done
I'm letting all the local strangers know that yo I'm not the one
I ain't gonna save you and plus you cannot be my baby mum
Took Hiko off the ends, he's been baking for a while
Any time he's got to go to court, he's got to go to Crown
Whеre's the Insta girls that gon' let mе put some hammers in your house?
I been askin' but they reckon that that patterns not allowed
No stress, say nun', I won't tell them how I feel
Do the running man whenever the package is or isn't sealed
And you put the 'F' in fake, so don't ever think you're real
You're only here cuz of your bro, so don't ever think you'll heal
[Verse 2]
My lighty flinging tantrums, I can't complain she fling it back as well
I ain't been around the world but I've been to Heaven back to Hell
Go ask another nigga that you fuck for money for your nails
I might need to run those just in case my ass go back to jail
If rap don't work for me then I'll make it in another way
My lil bro on violence, told him save that for another day
Don't come my block, that shit the jungle plus The Hunger Games
All the paigons hate my guts, but all the opps they love my name
S+, that German coupe gon' get me from A to B
And I drive like MB, there's really no point racing me
I'm not no edible, these hoes all want a taste of me
Real niggas turning strange the only thing I hate to see
Niggas watching from the sideline but wanna rock wit' me
Got TT, go and ask any fein that get their rock from me
Flick my knife and use that shit, you know there ain't no rocking me
On badness when T-Pain was rappin' bout apple bottom jeans
Uh, lemme talk my stuff, lately I been double checking everyone
All this burner talk and you ain't grippin' up on any gun
Swadey found a mali, said don't swing his knife on anyone
Well we've got three blocks that we beef, so go and get it done
My diamonds dance up in the dark without the flash, you must be drunk
Put in more work than a couple drillers so they must be done
I'm letting all the local strangers know that yo I'm not the one
I ain't gonna save you and plus you cannot be my baby mum
Took Hiko off the ends, he's been baking for a while
Any time he's got to go to court, he's got to go to Crown
Whеre's the Insta girls that gon' let mе put some hammers in your house?
I been askin' but they reckon that that patterns not allowed
No stress, say nun', I won't tell them how I feel
Do the running man whenever the package is or isn't sealed
And you put the 'F' in fake, so don't ever think you're real
You're only here cuz of your bro, so don't ever think you'll heal
[Verse 2]
My lighty flinging tantrums, I can't complain she fling it back as well
I ain't been around the world but I've been to Heaven back to Hell
Go ask another nigga that you fuck for money for your nails
I might need to run those just in case my ass go back to jail
If rap don't work for me then I'll make it in another way
My lil bro on violence, told him save that for another day
Don't come my block, that shit the jungle plus The Hunger Games
All the paigons hate my guts, but all the opps they love my name
S+, that German coupe gon' get me from A to B
And I drive like MB, there's really no point racing me
I'm not no edible, these hoes all want a taste of me
Real niggas turning strange the only thing I hate to see
Niggas watching from the sideline but wanna rock wit' me
Got TT, go and ask any fein that get their rock from me
Flick my knife and use that shit, you know there ain't no rocking me
On badness when T-Pain was rappin' bout apple bottom jeans
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