Yeah
Bitch
Hol on
Yeah
Bitch I'm too real nonfiction
Beat her from the back told her change her position
I got mad money I could pay your tuition
Make him disappear, I am not a magician
Yeah I'm stacking up that money like addition
You a lil boy, you is not no competition
Choppa finna eat like some muhf*ckin' chicken
Slide on your block, Need some more ammunition
Told a bad bitch, "Why you trippin?"
If it's not bout money or some weed then I'm dippin'
Brodie poured the Wock in the Sprite now he sippin'
I ain't trhowing ones but this lil bitch got the strippin'
Yeah, Niggas hoppin' in that chevy and we whippin'
We got big guns ain't no need for no equipping
Just like SkyZone, yeah that choppa get the flippin'
If you in my zone, the that choppa get the rippin'
If you in my zone then we hit your head bone
Yeah we get your head gone then we hit your mans home
They know I'm the man though, I might get your bitch flown
And that boy a fan though, He like me, He a clone
I got bitches in Orlando tryna give me dome
Nigga got a band and he spent it on some chrome
Boy don't want to beef, He can't do it on his own
Yeah we killing all his friends, we gone leave that boy alone
Bitch I'm too real nonfiction
Beat her from the back told her change her position
I got mad money I could pay your tuition
Make him disappear, I am not a magician
Yeah I'm stacking up that money like addition
You a lil boy, you is not no competition
Choppa finna eat like some muhf*ckin' chicken
Slide on your block, Need some more ammunition
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English
Yeah
Bitch
Hol on
Yeah
Bitch I'm too real nonfiction
Beat her from the back told her change her position
I got mad money I could pay your tuition
Make him disappear, I am not a magician
Yeah I'm stacking up that money like addition
You a lil boy, you is not no competition
Choppa finna eat like some muhf*ckin' chicken
Slide on your block, Need some more ammunition
Told a bad bitch, "Why you trippin?"
If it's not bout money or some weed then I'm dippin'
Brodie poured the Wock in the Sprite now he sippin'
I ain't trhowing ones but this lil bitch got the strippin'
Yeah, Niggas hoppin' in that chevy and we whippin'
We got big guns ain't no need for no equipping
Just like SkyZone, yeah that choppa get the flippin'
If you in my zone, the that choppa get the rippin'
If you in my zone then we hit your head bone
Yeah we get your head gone then we hit your mans home
They know I'm the man though, I might get your bitch flown
And that boy a fan though, He like me, He a clone
I got bitches in Orlando tryna give me dome
Nigga got a band and he spent it on some chrome
Boy don't want to beef, He can't do it on his own
Yeah we killing all his friends, we gone leave that boy alone
Bitch I'm too real nonfiction
Beat her from the back told her change her position
I got mad money I could pay your tuition
Make him disappear, I am not a magician
Yeah I'm stacking up that money like addition
You a lil boy, you is not no competition
Choppa finna eat like some muhf*ckin' chicken
Slide on your block, Need some more ammunition
Bitch
Hol on
Yeah
Bitch I'm too real nonfiction
Beat her from the back told her change her position
I got mad money I could pay your tuition
Make him disappear, I am not a magician
Yeah I'm stacking up that money like addition
You a lil boy, you is not no competition
Choppa finna eat like some muhf*ckin' chicken
Slide on your block, Need some more ammunition
Told a bad bitch, "Why you trippin?"
If it's not bout money or some weed then I'm dippin'
Brodie poured the Wock in the Sprite now he sippin'
I ain't trhowing ones but this lil bitch got the strippin'
Yeah, Niggas hoppin' in that chevy and we whippin'
We got big guns ain't no need for no equipping
Just like SkyZone, yeah that choppa get the flippin'
If you in my zone, the that choppa get the rippin'
If you in my zone then we hit your head bone
Yeah we get your head gone then we hit your mans home
They know I'm the man though, I might get your bitch flown
And that boy a fan though, He like me, He a clone
I got bitches in Orlando tryna give me dome
Nigga got a band and he spent it on some chrome
Boy don't want to beef, He can't do it on his own
Yeah we killing all his friends, we gone leave that boy alone
Bitch I'm too real nonfiction
Beat her from the back told her change her position
I got mad money I could pay your tuition
Make him disappear, I am not a magician
Yeah I'm stacking up that money like addition
You a lil boy, you is not no competition
Choppa finna eat like some muhf*ckin' chicken
Slide on your block, Need some more ammunition
Writer: Caleb B
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid