[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
Niggas hated, wanna be a nigga
Niggas mad at they bitch, she wanna meet a nigga
I tell baby we just working, I can't be your nigga
I'm paranoid, everywhere I go, I gotta bring the heater
Bad bitch, say she 'bout her money, with the thickest features
[?] my bitch don't wanna fuck you, I [?] neither
Boxing in the fancy car, she gotta take a breather
She tried to fuck the whole gang, you still wanna keep her
My white boy made 500, just from selling reefer
Unc made a killing off that Ike and Tina
I mean that Bob and Witney, I told her come and get me
Skinny had us test the roof, he tried to slide the [?]
I told pops when he come home, I got a hundred fifty
Fuck that 30, this a fully I slapped on the 50
Cash money, that's for life, I grew up in the 60's
Reaching for my chain, give him more than shots, he gon' be more than tipsy
Been smoking weed and drinking lean, I ain't never sickly
I just [?] for a walk, and [?]
Old bitch from my past, she talking 'bout she miss me
She done seen a nigga winning, she just wanna lick me
When I was on my ass, doing bad, you ain't wanna help
Went and got it on my own, off the muscle, did it by myself
Jumped up in that water, head first, I feel like Michael Phelps
Took so many losses, in them trentches, don't know how it felt
Niggas posting lil ass money, I spent that on a belt
Caught that nigga lacking, broad day, we left him screaming help
This exotic in my wood, I'm smoking top shelf
[?] I don't know nothing else
Niggas hated, wanna be a nigga
Niggas mad at they bitch, she wanna meet a nigga
I tell baby we just working, I can't be your nigga
I'm paranoid, everywhere I go, I gotta bring the heater
Bad bitch, say she 'bout her money, with the thickest features
[?] my bitch don't wanna fuck you, I [?] neither
Boxing in the fancy car, she gotta take a breather
She tried to fuck the whole gang, you still wanna keep her
My white boy made 500, just from selling reefer
Unc made a killing off that Ike and Tina
I mean that Bob and Witney, I told her come and get me
Skinny had us test the roof, he tried to slide the [?]
I told pops when he come home, I got a hundred fifty
Fuck that 30, this a fully I slapped on the 50
Cash money, that's for life, I grew up in the 60's
Reaching for my chain, give him more than shots, he gon' be more than tipsy
Been smoking weed and drinking lean, I ain't never sickly
I just [?] for a walk, and [?]
Old bitch from my past, she talking 'bout she miss me
She done seen a nigga winning, she just wanna lick me
When I was on my ass, doing bad, you ain't wanna help
Went and got it on my own, off the muscle, did it by myself
Jumped up in that water, head first, I feel like Michael Phelps
Took so many losses, in them trentches, don't know how it felt
Niggas posting lil ass money, I spent that on a belt
Caught that nigga lacking, broad day, we left him screaming help
This exotic in my wood, I'm smoking top shelf
[?] I don't know nothing else
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