How many niggas can say they ain't fold
How many bitches can say they ain't tell
I ran up so many racks and the shit I've been using it for probably got me to hell
I was with bro doin' hundreds and twenties
If I get a case, know he poppin' the bail
I done been kicked to the curb, I ain't trip I just know I got up every time that I fell
Y'all niggas pussy, you not really reaping
He think we fear em he startin' to yell
I know some bitches that carry a switch
I know some killers with offers to Yale
Most of the time, if I'm walkin' alone
I ain't thinkin' bout shit but increasin' the Zelle
I got a snow bunny, I come in the room And I give her the cock, and she startin' to melt
We can not kick it on God, niggas broke Spending' thousands and shit on a belt
Bro, if you try to diss me again then I'm finding your lo like I'm searching on yelp
Nigga I know you ain't trapping foreal Why the f*ck you keep puttin' your bows in the mail
Ho get the f*ck out my face if you skinny I'm lookin' for Oprah's and Patti LaBelles
F*ck, them lil' niggas, they broke and they bums
They not doin' shit, they just poppin' they gums
I know some killers avoid altercations
I know some hoes on IG with a gun
I know a nigga who said that he robbed me
I actually, and I ain't say nothin
I know some niggas that think that I'm pussy Then be the niggas I, for the funds
Nah, I cannot be your nigga I'm chasin' these racks, I ain't worried bout a thot
These niggas be broke and they keep tryna diss Why they talking about me and they still on the block
Remember I told everybody at school I was gon' be the one to come back with the knots
Nigga, I'm in the stew and I'm chasin' the sack can You smell what I'm cookin, I might be the rock
I'm moving to first like I'm packin' the U-Haul
We just put that lil' beam on his nose, now he Rudolph
Half of the time, if I want him gone, I do not got to touch him, I'm makin' a few calls
When you come to the crib, you probably gon' f*ck me I'm not really here for the games and the blue balls
If I f*ck with your hoe, then I might give it back But just know I was probably gon' make her some new walls
Niggas say he want smoke, nigga don't want no smoke
I got a chopper, I'm poppin, he reachin' the shit then it's murder she wrote
Niggas ain't havin' no guala, ain't havin' no knots And they really be broke
If you don't see Ike on the gram, I ain't die in This bitch, I just turned to a ghost
How many niggas can say they ain't fold
How many bitches can say they ain't tell
I ran up so many racks and the shit I've been using it for probably got me to hell
I was with bro doin' hundreds and twenties
If I get a case, know he poppin' the bail
I done been kicked to the curb, I ain't trip I just know I got up every time that I fell
Y'all niggas pussy, you not really reaping
He think we fear em he startin' to yell
I know some bitches that carry a switch
I know some killers with offers to Yale
Most of the time, if I'm walkin' alone
I ain't thinkin' bout shit but increasin' the Zelle
I got a snow bunny, I come in the room And I give her the cock, and she startin' to melt
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How many niggas can say they ain't fold
How many bitches can say they ain't tell
I ran up so many racks and the shit I've been using it for probably got me to hell
I was with bro doin' hundreds and twenties
If I get a case, know he poppin' the bail
I done been kicked to the curb, I ain't trip I just know I got up every time that I fell
Y'all niggas pussy, you not really reaping
He think we fear em he startin' to yell
I know some bitches that carry a switch
I know some killers with offers to Yale
Most of the time, if I'm walkin' alone
I ain't thinkin' bout shit but increasin' the Zelle
I got a snow bunny, I come in the room And I give her the cock, and she startin' to melt
We can not kick it on God, niggas broke Spending' thousands and shit on a belt
Bro, if you try to diss me again then I'm finding your lo like I'm searching on yelp
Nigga I know you ain't trapping foreal Why the f*ck you keep puttin' your bows in the mail
Ho get the f*ck out my face if you skinny I'm lookin' for Oprah's and Patti LaBelles
F*ck, them lil' niggas, they broke and they bums
They not doin' shit, they just poppin' they gums
I know some killers avoid altercations
I know some hoes on IG with a gun
I know a nigga who said that he robbed me
I actually, and I ain't say nothin
I know some niggas that think that I'm pussy Then be the niggas I, for the funds
Nah, I cannot be your nigga I'm chasin' these racks, I ain't worried bout a thot
These niggas be broke and they keep tryna diss Why they talking about me and they still on the block
Remember I told everybody at school I was gon' be the one to come back with the knots
Nigga, I'm in the stew and I'm chasin' the sack can You smell what I'm cookin, I might be the rock
I'm moving to first like I'm packin' the U-Haul
We just put that lil' beam on his nose, now he Rudolph
Half of the time, if I want him gone, I do not got to touch him, I'm makin' a few calls
When you come to the crib, you probably gon' f*ck me I'm not really here for the games and the blue balls
If I f*ck with your hoe, then I might give it back But just know I was probably gon' make her some new walls
Niggas say he want smoke, nigga don't want no smoke
I got a chopper, I'm poppin, he reachin' the shit then it's murder she wrote
Niggas ain't havin' no guala, ain't havin' no knots And they really be broke
If you don't see Ike on the gram, I ain't die in This bitch, I just turned to a ghost
How many niggas can say they ain't fold
How many bitches can say they ain't tell
I ran up so many racks and the shit I've been using it for probably got me to hell
I was with bro doin' hundreds and twenties
If I get a case, know he poppin' the bail
I done been kicked to the curb, I ain't trip I just know I got up every time that I fell
Y'all niggas pussy, you not really reaping
He think we fear em he startin' to yell
I know some bitches that carry a switch
I know some killers with offers to Yale
Most of the time, if I'm walkin' alone
I ain't thinkin' bout shit but increasin' the Zelle
I got a snow bunny, I come in the room And I give her the cock, and she startin' to melt
How many bitches can say they ain't tell
I ran up so many racks and the shit I've been using it for probably got me to hell
I was with bro doin' hundreds and twenties
If I get a case, know he poppin' the bail
I done been kicked to the curb, I ain't trip I just know I got up every time that I fell
Y'all niggas pussy, you not really reaping
He think we fear em he startin' to yell
I know some bitches that carry a switch
I know some killers with offers to Yale
Most of the time, if I'm walkin' alone
I ain't thinkin' bout shit but increasin' the Zelle
I got a snow bunny, I come in the room And I give her the cock, and she startin' to melt
We can not kick it on God, niggas broke Spending' thousands and shit on a belt
Bro, if you try to diss me again then I'm finding your lo like I'm searching on yelp
Nigga I know you ain't trapping foreal Why the f*ck you keep puttin' your bows in the mail
Ho get the f*ck out my face if you skinny I'm lookin' for Oprah's and Patti LaBelles
F*ck, them lil' niggas, they broke and they bums
They not doin' shit, they just poppin' they gums
I know some killers avoid altercations
I know some hoes on IG with a gun
I know a nigga who said that he robbed me
I actually, and I ain't say nothin
I know some niggas that think that I'm pussy Then be the niggas I, for the funds
Nah, I cannot be your nigga I'm chasin' these racks, I ain't worried bout a thot
These niggas be broke and they keep tryna diss Why they talking about me and they still on the block
Remember I told everybody at school I was gon' be the one to come back with the knots
Nigga, I'm in the stew and I'm chasin' the sack can You smell what I'm cookin, I might be the rock
I'm moving to first like I'm packin' the U-Haul
We just put that lil' beam on his nose, now he Rudolph
Half of the time, if I want him gone, I do not got to touch him, I'm makin' a few calls
When you come to the crib, you probably gon' f*ck me I'm not really here for the games and the blue balls
If I f*ck with your hoe, then I might give it back But just know I was probably gon' make her some new walls
Niggas say he want smoke, nigga don't want no smoke
I got a chopper, I'm poppin, he reachin' the shit then it's murder she wrote
Niggas ain't havin' no guala, ain't havin' no knots And they really be broke
If you don't see Ike on the gram, I ain't die in This bitch, I just turned to a ghost
How many niggas can say they ain't fold
How many bitches can say they ain't tell
I ran up so many racks and the shit I've been using it for probably got me to hell
I was with bro doin' hundreds and twenties
If I get a case, know he poppin' the bail
I done been kicked to the curb, I ain't trip I just know I got up every time that I fell
Y'all niggas pussy, you not really reaping
He think we fear em he startin' to yell
I know some bitches that carry a switch
I know some killers with offers to Yale
Most of the time, if I'm walkin' alone
I ain't thinkin' bout shit but increasin' the Zelle
I got a snow bunny, I come in the room And I give her the cock, and she startin' to melt
Writer: Isaac Walker
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