Niggas they doubting me f*ck is they sayin they proud of me WOAH
Only the real can see, fake mother f*ckers they blind like Stevie WOAH
Wonder if they can see me NO
Runnin they're mouth like cardio
F*ckin they shorty on the low
Told her keep her moth closed
I'm at the spot
Whipping the latest bitch out of the lot
F*ck up a check like my hand got Tourette's
The shottas on deck when they tryna plot
Flexin on niggas I do it alot
I thought we was cool, but it's f*ck you to me
Karma's a bitch it ain't coming for me
Pass a millie to my OG
30 to ya dome you owe me
Goofy bitch, hoe don't impose me
Icy water melting on me
Freeze it back, bitch diamonds holy
Your main bitch I know she know me
Shoot you down and leave you lonely
Lonely shorty feelin on me
Nasty bitch, no don't you touch me
Leave you hanging like I'm Kobe
Stomp that nigga made his nose bleed
Bloody shoes is what I walk in
15 Racks just bought your shorty
Want her back, Nah bitch you owe me
Strike you down and leave you lonely
Lonely shorty feelin on me
Niggas said I really should just stop and I should f*ckin quit
Disappear on niggas like Chris Angel with the magic trick
Pop up like an AD with yo shorty yeah I do this shit
Cartier shades block the haters yall can eat a dick
Pull up to scene in a f*ckin green machine
All the hundreds on me Blue, while the dollar on you Green
So I went to blow a bag spent a Billie on my Jeans
Checked The Man In the Mirror, all I seen was money trees
30 bands falling from the ceiling, who gon pick it up
AP on my wrist diamonds dancing, I don't give a f*ck
Cuban link fighting for attention
Its so Crispy I gotta Tuck her
Touch my shit and Imma make these niggas move like Rush hour
Niggas they doubting me f*ck is they sayin they proud of me WOAH
Only the real can see, fake mother f*ckers they blind like Stevie WOAH
Wonder if they can see me NO
Runnin they're mouth like cardio
F*ckin they shorty on the low
Told her keep her moth closed
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Niggas they doubting me f*ck is they sayin they proud of me WOAH
Only the real can see, fake mother f*ckers they blind like Stevie WOAH
Wonder if they can see me NO
Runnin they're mouth like cardio
F*ckin they shorty on the low
Told her keep her moth closed
I'm at the spot
Whipping the latest bitch out of the lot
F*ck up a check like my hand got Tourette's
The shottas on deck when they tryna plot
Flexin on niggas I do it alot
I thought we was cool, but it's f*ck you to me
Karma's a bitch it ain't coming for me
Pass a millie to my OG
30 to ya dome you owe me
Goofy bitch, hoe don't impose me
Icy water melting on me
Freeze it back, bitch diamonds holy
Your main bitch I know she know me
Shoot you down and leave you lonely
Lonely shorty feelin on me
Nasty bitch, no don't you touch me
Leave you hanging like I'm Kobe
Stomp that nigga made his nose bleed
Bloody shoes is what I walk in
15 Racks just bought your shorty
Want her back, Nah bitch you owe me
Strike you down and leave you lonely
Lonely shorty feelin on me
Niggas said I really should just stop and I should f*ckin quit
Disappear on niggas like Chris Angel with the magic trick
Pop up like an AD with yo shorty yeah I do this shit
Cartier shades block the haters yall can eat a dick
Pull up to scene in a f*ckin green machine
All the hundreds on me Blue, while the dollar on you Green
So I went to blow a bag spent a Billie on my Jeans
Checked The Man In the Mirror, all I seen was money trees
30 bands falling from the ceiling, who gon pick it up
AP on my wrist diamonds dancing, I don't give a f*ck
Cuban link fighting for attention
Its so Crispy I gotta Tuck her
Touch my shit and Imma make these niggas move like Rush hour
Niggas they doubting me f*ck is they sayin they proud of me WOAH
Only the real can see, fake mother f*ckers they blind like Stevie WOAH
Wonder if they can see me NO
Runnin they're mouth like cardio
F*ckin they shorty on the low
Told her keep her moth closed
Only the real can see, fake mother f*ckers they blind like Stevie WOAH
Wonder if they can see me NO
Runnin they're mouth like cardio
F*ckin they shorty on the low
Told her keep her moth closed
I'm at the spot
Whipping the latest bitch out of the lot
F*ck up a check like my hand got Tourette's
The shottas on deck when they tryna plot
Flexin on niggas I do it alot
I thought we was cool, but it's f*ck you to me
Karma's a bitch it ain't coming for me
Pass a millie to my OG
30 to ya dome you owe me
Goofy bitch, hoe don't impose me
Icy water melting on me
Freeze it back, bitch diamonds holy
Your main bitch I know she know me
Shoot you down and leave you lonely
Lonely shorty feelin on me
Nasty bitch, no don't you touch me
Leave you hanging like I'm Kobe
Stomp that nigga made his nose bleed
Bloody shoes is what I walk in
15 Racks just bought your shorty
Want her back, Nah bitch you owe me
Strike you down and leave you lonely
Lonely shorty feelin on me
Niggas said I really should just stop and I should f*ckin quit
Disappear on niggas like Chris Angel with the magic trick
Pop up like an AD with yo shorty yeah I do this shit
Cartier shades block the haters yall can eat a dick
Pull up to scene in a f*ckin green machine
All the hundreds on me Blue, while the dollar on you Green
So I went to blow a bag spent a Billie on my Jeans
Checked The Man In the Mirror, all I seen was money trees
30 bands falling from the ceiling, who gon pick it up
AP on my wrist diamonds dancing, I don't give a f*ck
Cuban link fighting for attention
Its so Crispy I gotta Tuck her
Touch my shit and Imma make these niggas move like Rush hour
Niggas they doubting me f*ck is they sayin they proud of me WOAH
Only the real can see, fake mother f*ckers they blind like Stevie WOAH
Wonder if they can see me NO
Runnin they're mouth like cardio
F*ckin they shorty on the low
Told her keep her moth closed
Writer: Doubah Joseph
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