Fly nigga, check how I'm checkin the stylist
Bad bitch, I be f*cking and giving her mileage
Head crazy, she sucking and giving me knowledge
She never told me that she went to college
And I be doin her and doin her and doin her well
Kill the pussy, now I'm going to jail
Uncle Gene need a mill for the bail
Tryna put a Tv in his cell
Cause he ain't seen it since like Keenan & Kel
Weigh my feelings, like a nigga weigh the work on a scale
I remember getting worked for a sale
I remember sending work through the mail
Niggas tryna Western Union my money
F*ck that, I need it all through the Zelle
I ain't playing wit you niggas in 2020, I'm moving on
Could give a f*ck bout who I'm proving wrong
I need a thousand if I'm doing songs
If you don't like it, you could move along
Nigga
F*ck that
Niggas talking like they want it, I pull up like f*ck rap
Nigga wit that fade'n and all, like f*ck straps
Nigga wasn't no praying involved, we buss back
If niggas asking us to run it, then f*ck it we buss laps
Knowing if I'm guarding a nigga, don't trust stats
Nigga lost it all, so nigga don't trust craps
Got it out the mud, I promise I touched racks
If you don't wanna see me win, then FUCK YOU in all CAPS
And we ain't beefing wit nobody dawg
And we don't even want no problems wit y'all bodyguards
Y'all niggas prolly hard
Send a couple shots'll have you dancing like the mardi gras
Nigga sweating bullets, you would think he popped a molly ball
Nigga been grinding, since Bubba Sparks and Collipark
And now niggas wanna see me fall apart
Niggas call you bro, hit he feds and they prolly talk
Before I ride with you, I'd prolly walk
Nigga
Flavor
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Fly nigga, check how I'm checkin the stylist
Bad bitch, I be f*cking and giving her mileage
Head crazy, she sucking and giving me knowledge
She never told me that she went to college
And I be doin her and doin her and doin her well
Kill the pussy, now I'm going to jail
Uncle Gene need a mill for the bail
Tryna put a Tv in his cell
Cause he ain't seen it since like Keenan & Kel
Weigh my feelings, like a nigga weigh the work on a scale
I remember getting worked for a sale
I remember sending work through the mail
Niggas tryna Western Union my money
F*ck that, I need it all through the Zelle
I ain't playing wit you niggas in 2020, I'm moving on
Could give a f*ck bout who I'm proving wrong
I need a thousand if I'm doing songs
If you don't like it, you could move along
Nigga
F*ck that
Niggas talking like they want it, I pull up like f*ck rap
Nigga wit that fade'n and all, like f*ck straps
Nigga wasn't no praying involved, we buss back
If niggas asking us to run it, then f*ck it we buss laps
Knowing if I'm guarding a nigga, don't trust stats
Nigga lost it all, so nigga don't trust craps
Got it out the mud, I promise I touched racks
If you don't wanna see me win, then FUCK YOU in all CAPS
And we ain't beefing wit nobody dawg
And we don't even want no problems wit y'all bodyguards
Y'all niggas prolly hard
Send a couple shots'll have you dancing like the mardi gras
Nigga sweating bullets, you would think he popped a molly ball
Nigga been grinding, since Bubba Sparks and Collipark
And now niggas wanna see me fall apart
Niggas call you bro, hit he feds and they prolly talk
Before I ride with you, I'd prolly walk
Nigga
Flavor
Bad bitch, I be f*cking and giving her mileage
Head crazy, she sucking and giving me knowledge
She never told me that she went to college
And I be doin her and doin her and doin her well
Kill the pussy, now I'm going to jail
Uncle Gene need a mill for the bail
Tryna put a Tv in his cell
Cause he ain't seen it since like Keenan & Kel
Weigh my feelings, like a nigga weigh the work on a scale
I remember getting worked for a sale
I remember sending work through the mail
Niggas tryna Western Union my money
F*ck that, I need it all through the Zelle
I ain't playing wit you niggas in 2020, I'm moving on
Could give a f*ck bout who I'm proving wrong
I need a thousand if I'm doing songs
If you don't like it, you could move along
Nigga
F*ck that
Niggas talking like they want it, I pull up like f*ck rap
Nigga wit that fade'n and all, like f*ck straps
Nigga wasn't no praying involved, we buss back
If niggas asking us to run it, then f*ck it we buss laps
Knowing if I'm guarding a nigga, don't trust stats
Nigga lost it all, so nigga don't trust craps
Got it out the mud, I promise I touched racks
If you don't wanna see me win, then FUCK YOU in all CAPS
And we ain't beefing wit nobody dawg
And we don't even want no problems wit y'all bodyguards
Y'all niggas prolly hard
Send a couple shots'll have you dancing like the mardi gras
Nigga sweating bullets, you would think he popped a molly ball
Nigga been grinding, since Bubba Sparks and Collipark
And now niggas wanna see me fall apart
Niggas call you bro, hit he feds and they prolly talk
Before I ride with you, I'd prolly walk
Nigga
Flavor
Writer: Jamall King
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, CLARKJAY PRODUCTIONS, INC.