Nigga
Ima fix my chain right quick
Shit, ayy, huh, ayy
Gettin' this money how it is and I know you want it
Gotta get it how you live and I know you won't
Got this yop right with me we could get it on
Baby, I don't f*ck with niggas we don't get along
(F*ck you nigga)
I'm not the one, lil' nigga, better watch your tone
Watch your tone, lil' nigga
Aye
I said meet me at the crib, I'm on the way back home
Niggas thinking that they him and I hate that for em'
You started off in janky whip, wrecked and raced my foreign
I like what cuddy got on, like, let me take that for you
And I'ma need the whole bag, ain't no 60-40
This ain't nothing like that
Keep playing, f*ck around and get your life snatched
Nigga, I am not the one, I got life hacks
Cuddy hurt he in his feelings, let the time pass
Came up from 12th Street selling dime bags
I see you tryin' to peep what's on my belt, but don't mind that
I keep blick and kill beats and then rewind that
What's the mood tonight, just let me know with yo' fine ass
F*ck twelve, they try to blur me, I was flying past
Tryna hit the bank to splurge, I don't keep that kinda cash
I got that, you've got to served, you ain't gotta ask
I'll whoop your ass like my son, nigga, who your dad
This boy, worry about a bitch, man, go get a bag
Code word, 'I be on some shit', numbers ever-lasting
Penalty, flag on the plate, they gone send heem back
F*ck that, this what niggas get, tryna be a flagger
Fa- fah-, all he seen was flash, turn him into casper
Now his ass all up in the blunt, smoke it till it's ashes
Uh-uhn, lil' mama acting new like she fresh out the plastic
La-la, I breathe on the beat and it's still classic
Hit the plug, he served me with some shit, he had to double bag
Keep it right with me, keep tweaking I'ma up and blast it
Blah, Blah, save it for the bitches, all that f*cking bragging
Paranoid if I pull up anywhere, then I'm gone back-in
This a newky qp but I just stretched a half G
I am not the one nigga, boy, you better tap in
We locked in just like some braids on a bitch that's nappy
You don't really want beef just hit me with the addy
Gettin' this money how it is, and I know you won't
Gotta get it how you live, and I know you want it
Got this yop right with me, we can get it on
Baby, I don't f*ck with niggas we don't get along
I'm not the one, little nigga, better watch your tongue
I said meet me at the crib i'm on the way back home
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Nigga
Ima fix my chain right quick
Shit, ayy, huh, ayy
Gettin' this money how it is and I know you want it
Gotta get it how you live and I know you won't
Got this yop right with me we could get it on
Baby, I don't f*ck with niggas we don't get along
(F*ck you nigga)
I'm not the one, lil' nigga, better watch your tone
Watch your tone, lil' nigga
Aye
I said meet me at the crib, I'm on the way back home
Niggas thinking that they him and I hate that for em'
You started off in janky whip, wrecked and raced my foreign
I like what cuddy got on, like, let me take that for you
And I'ma need the whole bag, ain't no 60-40
This ain't nothing like that
Keep playing, f*ck around and get your life snatched
Nigga, I am not the one, I got life hacks
Cuddy hurt he in his feelings, let the time pass
Came up from 12th Street selling dime bags
I see you tryin' to peep what's on my belt, but don't mind that
I keep blick and kill beats and then rewind that
What's the mood tonight, just let me know with yo' fine ass
F*ck twelve, they try to blur me, I was flying past
Tryna hit the bank to splurge, I don't keep that kinda cash
I got that, you've got to served, you ain't gotta ask
I'll whoop your ass like my son, nigga, who your dad
This boy, worry about a bitch, man, go get a bag
Code word, 'I be on some shit', numbers ever-lasting
Penalty, flag on the plate, they gone send heem back
F*ck that, this what niggas get, tryna be a flagger
Fa- fah-, all he seen was flash, turn him into casper
Now his ass all up in the blunt, smoke it till it's ashes
Uh-uhn, lil' mama acting new like she fresh out the plastic
La-la, I breathe on the beat and it's still classic
Hit the plug, he served me with some shit, he had to double bag
Keep it right with me, keep tweaking I'ma up and blast it
Blah, Blah, save it for the bitches, all that f*cking bragging
Paranoid if I pull up anywhere, then I'm gone back-in
This a newky qp but I just stretched a half G
I am not the one nigga, boy, you better tap in
We locked in just like some braids on a bitch that's nappy
You don't really want beef just hit me with the addy
Gettin' this money how it is, and I know you won't
Gotta get it how you live, and I know you want it
Got this yop right with me, we can get it on
Baby, I don't f*ck with niggas we don't get along
I'm not the one, little nigga, better watch your tongue
I said meet me at the crib i'm on the way back home
Ima fix my chain right quick
Shit, ayy, huh, ayy
Gettin' this money how it is and I know you want it
Gotta get it how you live and I know you won't
Got this yop right with me we could get it on
Baby, I don't f*ck with niggas we don't get along
(F*ck you nigga)
I'm not the one, lil' nigga, better watch your tone
Watch your tone, lil' nigga
Aye
I said meet me at the crib, I'm on the way back home
Niggas thinking that they him and I hate that for em'
You started off in janky whip, wrecked and raced my foreign
I like what cuddy got on, like, let me take that for you
And I'ma need the whole bag, ain't no 60-40
This ain't nothing like that
Keep playing, f*ck around and get your life snatched
Nigga, I am not the one, I got life hacks
Cuddy hurt he in his feelings, let the time pass
Came up from 12th Street selling dime bags
I see you tryin' to peep what's on my belt, but don't mind that
I keep blick and kill beats and then rewind that
What's the mood tonight, just let me know with yo' fine ass
F*ck twelve, they try to blur me, I was flying past
Tryna hit the bank to splurge, I don't keep that kinda cash
I got that, you've got to served, you ain't gotta ask
I'll whoop your ass like my son, nigga, who your dad
This boy, worry about a bitch, man, go get a bag
Code word, 'I be on some shit', numbers ever-lasting
Penalty, flag on the plate, they gone send heem back
F*ck that, this what niggas get, tryna be a flagger
Fa- fah-, all he seen was flash, turn him into casper
Now his ass all up in the blunt, smoke it till it's ashes
Uh-uhn, lil' mama acting new like she fresh out the plastic
La-la, I breathe on the beat and it's still classic
Hit the plug, he served me with some shit, he had to double bag
Keep it right with me, keep tweaking I'ma up and blast it
Blah, Blah, save it for the bitches, all that f*cking bragging
Paranoid if I pull up anywhere, then I'm gone back-in
This a newky qp but I just stretched a half G
I am not the one nigga, boy, you better tap in
We locked in just like some braids on a bitch that's nappy
You don't really want beef just hit me with the addy
Gettin' this money how it is, and I know you won't
Gotta get it how you live, and I know you want it
Got this yop right with me, we can get it on
Baby, I don't f*ck with niggas we don't get along
I'm not the one, little nigga, better watch your tongue
I said meet me at the crib i'm on the way back home
Writer: Kb Heem
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