Ok, I got some shit that I need to address
For starters don't be acting big in my DM, we already know you won't drop the address
Secondly, I don't need weaponry, these hands especially good if I'm needin' you slept
Ain' no mo' kick it tickets for you wicked bitches or you niggas, I'm good by myself
I have every right to get all disrespectful, but I won't
G lock like Georgie, if I send you underground you finna float
I got weight behind my name, so all that bullshit I won't post
You say it's smoke but won't drop l, I won't respond 'cuz you's a joke
Hardbody like a beetle, hits just like The Beatles
Lindsay know I'm high as f*ck when I'm under the needle
They talk pressure, but on everything, it's sum' I never see
I done died n came back - Makaveli's who I be
Imma always feel I'm broke until I'm up a hunnid bands
Niggas laugh 'cuz Ion flex no bread, you's a funny man
I was dyin' onnat couch, they took my wallet out my pants
If I see you while it's on me, you gon' do the running man
Bitch I thought you was my mans
That's the last time I'll trust again
If I buck and you don't drop then best believe I'll buck again
My old bitch tryna be cool, I know she just wan' f*ck again
I got my weed and I got my bitch, I don't need no mo' f*ckin' friends
LilD snitched for bottled water and them donuts with the glazing
They put 10 on Key's reward, still ain' no snitchin', ain' it crazy
My whole city ass backwards, you in jail or you too lazy
They done killed all of the real, the rest of y'all know y'all fugazi
Druss, Kaleek and Jaylon won't pull 'round til I up paper first
But If O'm broke then y'all ain' feds, gon head pull out that paperwork
My bitch suck morning wood up in the car so I ain' late for work
For $250, I got gas or I can lay a verse
I'm about my bread, be on a crumb if you gon' loaf
I ain' have no problems with 'em 'til them dumbass niggas spoke
I ain' into that, they seen me wreckin shit without a pole
But since they internet, might just Lyft this bitch and gettem poked
Niggas thought that shit was sweet with me because my overdose
All them posts you niggas made was cool
Don't get killed over those
Duckin' off and countin' money
Y'all gon' think I'm goin' ghost
I been good at stayin' low, you niggas good at blowin' smoke
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Ok, I got some shit that I need to address
For starters don't be acting big in my DM, we already know you won't drop the address
Secondly, I don't need weaponry, these hands especially good if I'm needin' you slept
Ain' no mo' kick it tickets for you wicked bitches or you niggas, I'm good by myself
I have every right to get all disrespectful, but I won't
G lock like Georgie, if I send you underground you finna float
I got weight behind my name, so all that bullshit I won't post
You say it's smoke but won't drop l, I won't respond 'cuz you's a joke
Hardbody like a beetle, hits just like The Beatles
Lindsay know I'm high as f*ck when I'm under the needle
They talk pressure, but on everything, it's sum' I never see
I done died n came back - Makaveli's who I be
Imma always feel I'm broke until I'm up a hunnid bands
Niggas laugh 'cuz Ion flex no bread, you's a funny man
I was dyin' onnat couch, they took my wallet out my pants
If I see you while it's on me, you gon' do the running man
Bitch I thought you was my mans
That's the last time I'll trust again
If I buck and you don't drop then best believe I'll buck again
My old bitch tryna be cool, I know she just wan' f*ck again
I got my weed and I got my bitch, I don't need no mo' f*ckin' friends
LilD snitched for bottled water and them donuts with the glazing
They put 10 on Key's reward, still ain' no snitchin', ain' it crazy
My whole city ass backwards, you in jail or you too lazy
They done killed all of the real, the rest of y'all know y'all fugazi
Druss, Kaleek and Jaylon won't pull 'round til I up paper first
But If O'm broke then y'all ain' feds, gon head pull out that paperwork
My bitch suck morning wood up in the car so I ain' late for work
For $250, I got gas or I can lay a verse
I'm about my bread, be on a crumb if you gon' loaf
I ain' have no problems with 'em 'til them dumbass niggas spoke
I ain' into that, they seen me wreckin shit without a pole
But since they internet, might just Lyft this bitch and gettem poked
Niggas thought that shit was sweet with me because my overdose
All them posts you niggas made was cool
Don't get killed over those
Duckin' off and countin' money
Y'all gon' think I'm goin' ghost
I been good at stayin' low, you niggas good at blowin' smoke
For starters don't be acting big in my DM, we already know you won't drop the address
Secondly, I don't need weaponry, these hands especially good if I'm needin' you slept
Ain' no mo' kick it tickets for you wicked bitches or you niggas, I'm good by myself
I have every right to get all disrespectful, but I won't
G lock like Georgie, if I send you underground you finna float
I got weight behind my name, so all that bullshit I won't post
You say it's smoke but won't drop l, I won't respond 'cuz you's a joke
Hardbody like a beetle, hits just like The Beatles
Lindsay know I'm high as f*ck when I'm under the needle
They talk pressure, but on everything, it's sum' I never see
I done died n came back - Makaveli's who I be
Imma always feel I'm broke until I'm up a hunnid bands
Niggas laugh 'cuz Ion flex no bread, you's a funny man
I was dyin' onnat couch, they took my wallet out my pants
If I see you while it's on me, you gon' do the running man
Bitch I thought you was my mans
That's the last time I'll trust again
If I buck and you don't drop then best believe I'll buck again
My old bitch tryna be cool, I know she just wan' f*ck again
I got my weed and I got my bitch, I don't need no mo' f*ckin' friends
LilD snitched for bottled water and them donuts with the glazing
They put 10 on Key's reward, still ain' no snitchin', ain' it crazy
My whole city ass backwards, you in jail or you too lazy
They done killed all of the real, the rest of y'all know y'all fugazi
Druss, Kaleek and Jaylon won't pull 'round til I up paper first
But If O'm broke then y'all ain' feds, gon head pull out that paperwork
My bitch suck morning wood up in the car so I ain' late for work
For $250, I got gas or I can lay a verse
I'm about my bread, be on a crumb if you gon' loaf
I ain' have no problems with 'em 'til them dumbass niggas spoke
I ain' into that, they seen me wreckin shit without a pole
But since they internet, might just Lyft this bitch and gettem poked
Niggas thought that shit was sweet with me because my overdose
All them posts you niggas made was cool
Don't get killed over those
Duckin' off and countin' money
Y'all gon' think I'm goin' ghost
I been good at stayin' low, you niggas good at blowin' smoke
Writer: CeJay Frazier
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid