Niggas so broke and I can't even stand that
I ain't gon' lie, the bitch so thick I might pop me a Xanax
And bro got fire, I know niggas see where he keepin' his hand at
I keep me a dime, these hoes gon' stick to lil' ike like spandex
Damn, you don't really trap, you a junkie
You won't see me outside if it ain't bout money
If I ain't got bread, you might see me holdin' my tummy
Shit, the old Ike dead so why she keep saying she love me
You think you know me
Niggas so broke and I can't even stand that
I ain't gon' lie, the bitch so thick I might pop me a Xanax
And bro got fire, I know niggas see where he keepin' his hand at
I keep me a dime, these hoes gon' stick to lil' ike like spandex
I'ma keep me a dime, get straight to it, I ain't wasting no time
By the look in your eyes, I can tell that you're lyin On the road to get millions, I'm readin' the signs
I never forget who had left me behind
You look at me now, I know you'd be surprised
I already ate why you feedin' me lies
She said I'm the one, she was reading my mind
She thought I was done, but it took me some time
I was half lit when walked in the meeting
I gotta stop showin' emotion, they don't wanna pay me I look like a demon
Huh I laughed when she tell me she don't wanna f*ck cause her bestie be creaming
I flew out to Dallas and came back to Georgia it f*cked up my breathing
Damn I'm finna say f*ck everybody
You take my bitch, I don't care about it
The bitch say she needed her space
So I went out to slide on bitches like air hockey
Like a nigga went bowling, I spare thotties
If she bad, I'd pay for the hair probably
My lil' nigga so f*cked up that you can't even tell him a joke about Sharing wocky
Niggas so broke and I can't even stand that
I ain't gon' lie, the bitch so thick I might pop me a Xanax
And bro got fire, I know niggas see where he keepin' his hand at
I keep me a dime, these hoes gon' stick to lil' ike like spandex
Damn, you don't really trap, you a junkie
You won't see me outside if it ain't bout money
If I ain't got bread, you might see me holdin' my tummy
Shit, the old Ike dead so why she keep saying she love me
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Niggas so broke and I can't even stand that
I ain't gon' lie, the bitch so thick I might pop me a Xanax
And bro got fire, I know niggas see where he keepin' his hand at
I keep me a dime, these hoes gon' stick to lil' ike like spandex
Damn, you don't really trap, you a junkie
You won't see me outside if it ain't bout money
If I ain't got bread, you might see me holdin' my tummy
Shit, the old Ike dead so why she keep saying she love me
You think you know me
Niggas so broke and I can't even stand that
I ain't gon' lie, the bitch so thick I might pop me a Xanax
And bro got fire, I know niggas see where he keepin' his hand at
I keep me a dime, these hoes gon' stick to lil' ike like spandex
I'ma keep me a dime, get straight to it, I ain't wasting no time
By the look in your eyes, I can tell that you're lyin On the road to get millions, I'm readin' the signs
I never forget who had left me behind
You look at me now, I know you'd be surprised
I already ate why you feedin' me lies
She said I'm the one, she was reading my mind
She thought I was done, but it took me some time
I was half lit when walked in the meeting
I gotta stop showin' emotion, they don't wanna pay me I look like a demon
Huh I laughed when she tell me she don't wanna f*ck cause her bestie be creaming
I flew out to Dallas and came back to Georgia it f*cked up my breathing
Damn I'm finna say f*ck everybody
You take my bitch, I don't care about it
The bitch say she needed her space
So I went out to slide on bitches like air hockey
Like a nigga went bowling, I spare thotties
If she bad, I'd pay for the hair probably
My lil' nigga so f*cked up that you can't even tell him a joke about Sharing wocky
Niggas so broke and I can't even stand that
I ain't gon' lie, the bitch so thick I might pop me a Xanax
And bro got fire, I know niggas see where he keepin' his hand at
I keep me a dime, these hoes gon' stick to lil' ike like spandex
Damn, you don't really trap, you a junkie
You won't see me outside if it ain't bout money
If I ain't got bread, you might see me holdin' my tummy
Shit, the old Ike dead so why she keep saying she love me
I ain't gon' lie, the bitch so thick I might pop me a Xanax
And bro got fire, I know niggas see where he keepin' his hand at
I keep me a dime, these hoes gon' stick to lil' ike like spandex
Damn, you don't really trap, you a junkie
You won't see me outside if it ain't bout money
If I ain't got bread, you might see me holdin' my tummy
Shit, the old Ike dead so why she keep saying she love me
You think you know me
Niggas so broke and I can't even stand that
I ain't gon' lie, the bitch so thick I might pop me a Xanax
And bro got fire, I know niggas see where he keepin' his hand at
I keep me a dime, these hoes gon' stick to lil' ike like spandex
I'ma keep me a dime, get straight to it, I ain't wasting no time
By the look in your eyes, I can tell that you're lyin On the road to get millions, I'm readin' the signs
I never forget who had left me behind
You look at me now, I know you'd be surprised
I already ate why you feedin' me lies
She said I'm the one, she was reading my mind
She thought I was done, but it took me some time
I was half lit when walked in the meeting
I gotta stop showin' emotion, they don't wanna pay me I look like a demon
Huh I laughed when she tell me she don't wanna f*ck cause her bestie be creaming
I flew out to Dallas and came back to Georgia it f*cked up my breathing
Damn I'm finna say f*ck everybody
You take my bitch, I don't care about it
The bitch say she needed her space
So I went out to slide on bitches like air hockey
Like a nigga went bowling, I spare thotties
If she bad, I'd pay for the hair probably
My lil' nigga so f*cked up that you can't even tell him a joke about Sharing wocky
Niggas so broke and I can't even stand that
I ain't gon' lie, the bitch so thick I might pop me a Xanax
And bro got fire, I know niggas see where he keepin' his hand at
I keep me a dime, these hoes gon' stick to lil' ike like spandex
Damn, you don't really trap, you a junkie
You won't see me outside if it ain't bout money
If I ain't got bread, you might see me holdin' my tummy
Shit, the old Ike dead so why she keep saying she love me
Writer: Isaac Walker, Davion Rhodes
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