Hold up, Let's go, hold up, I ended up wrong with a bitch
Bitch, she texted me back, talkin' bout texting her I ain't payin' for that shit
How the f*ck you goin' through shit to me, lil' bitch, You ain't help you back then
Niggas stay hating' on me, mothaf*cka, but I ended up more rich than you
I'm gettin' the swag, the shoes, the shirts, the pants whatever the f*ck you can name it
Hangin' around my bros, we sippin' on Lean, Getting geeked up out minds
Overseas, with this one, Unlimited shit, all in our f*ckin' bank
I got shit right with that shit, Ya'll ain't gettin' no shit for f*ckin' free
Drivin' around my f*ckin' Lamborghini, green' all over that shit
Look like I was in Ghostbusters, movie green, ink all over my shit
So many f*ckin' diamonds on my wrist, have my arm fall down
But couldn't defend that f*ckin' bitch, we bout to hit a f*ckin' drill
N-Never miss all of my shots, I got that dead eye on Hall of Fame
I'm feeling like I'm Steph Curry on 2k, I'm 2k17, I'm in my prime
These pussy ass niggas talkin' that shit like I don't got my shit on me, Y'all niggas is bitches
Dad told me who to watch who, you hang around cuz these niggas be fake around here
Hold up, let's go, hold up, I ended up wrong with a bitch
Bitch, you textin' me back, talkin' bout Texting her I ain't payin' for that shit
H-How the f*ck you goin' through shit to me, lil' bitch, You Ain't help you back then
Niggas Stay hating' on me, motherf*cker, but I ended up more richer than you
I'm more rich than the crew, I'm more rich than your Bitch
Talkin' that shit bout that clique, I with my whole clique
I ended up wrong with a bitch, I ended up wrong with a Bitch
She tryna set niggas up to get jumped, lil' nigga, you all know how I get down
I got hella chops and shit, lil' bitch, you already know how I get down
This ain't no gun, lil, war, lil' nigga, these real bullets, you die
Bout to hit the galaxy, buster, all in my brain
I ain't talk to a single bitch this year, I'm light Yagami
Get out my face, lil' bitch, you fake as hell, you ain't talk to me a single time
All these rhymes got me feelin' like I'm Nas, lil' bitch, I'm in my prime
Lil Villa - Ended Up Lyrics
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Hold up, Let's go, hold up, I ended up wrong with a bitch
Bitch, she texted me back, talkin' bout texting her I ain't payin' for that shit
How the f*ck you goin' through shit to me, lil' bitch, You ain't help you back then
Niggas stay hating' on me, mothaf*cka, but I ended up more rich than you
I'm gettin' the swag, the shoes, the shirts, the pants whatever the f*ck you can name it
Hangin' around my bros, we sippin' on Lean, Getting geeked up out minds
Overseas, with this one, Unlimited shit, all in our f*ckin' bank
I got shit right with that shit, Ya'll ain't gettin' no shit for f*ckin' free
Drivin' around my f*ckin' Lamborghini, green' all over that shit
Look like I was in Ghostbusters, movie green, ink all over my shit
So many f*ckin' diamonds on my wrist, have my arm fall down
But couldn't defend that f*ckin' bitch, we bout to hit a f*ckin' drill
N-Never miss all of my shots, I got that dead eye on Hall of Fame
I'm feeling like I'm Steph Curry on 2k, I'm 2k17, I'm in my prime
These pussy ass niggas talkin' that shit like I don't got my shit on me, Y'all niggas is bitches
Dad told me who to watch who, you hang around cuz these niggas be fake around here
Hold up, let's go, hold up, I ended up wrong with a bitch
Bitch, you textin' me back, talkin' bout Texting her I ain't payin' for that shit
H-How the f*ck you goin' through shit to me, lil' bitch, You Ain't help you back then
Niggas Stay hating' on me, motherf*cker, but I ended up more richer than you
I'm more rich than the crew, I'm more rich than your Bitch
Talkin' that shit bout that clique, I with my whole clique
I ended up wrong with a bitch, I ended up wrong with a Bitch
She tryna set niggas up to get jumped, lil' nigga, you all know how I get down
I got hella chops and shit, lil' bitch, you already know how I get down
This ain't no gun, lil, war, lil' nigga, these real bullets, you die
Bout to hit the galaxy, buster, all in my brain
I ain't talk to a single bitch this year, I'm light Yagami
Get out my face, lil' bitch, you fake as hell, you ain't talk to me a single time
All these rhymes got me feelin' like I'm Nas, lil' bitch, I'm in my prime
Bitch, she texted me back, talkin' bout texting her I ain't payin' for that shit
How the f*ck you goin' through shit to me, lil' bitch, You ain't help you back then
Niggas stay hating' on me, mothaf*cka, but I ended up more rich than you
I'm gettin' the swag, the shoes, the shirts, the pants whatever the f*ck you can name it
Hangin' around my bros, we sippin' on Lean, Getting geeked up out minds
Overseas, with this one, Unlimited shit, all in our f*ckin' bank
I got shit right with that shit, Ya'll ain't gettin' no shit for f*ckin' free
Drivin' around my f*ckin' Lamborghini, green' all over that shit
Look like I was in Ghostbusters, movie green, ink all over my shit
So many f*ckin' diamonds on my wrist, have my arm fall down
But couldn't defend that f*ckin' bitch, we bout to hit a f*ckin' drill
N-Never miss all of my shots, I got that dead eye on Hall of Fame
I'm feeling like I'm Steph Curry on 2k, I'm 2k17, I'm in my prime
These pussy ass niggas talkin' that shit like I don't got my shit on me, Y'all niggas is bitches
Dad told me who to watch who, you hang around cuz these niggas be fake around here
Hold up, let's go, hold up, I ended up wrong with a bitch
Bitch, you textin' me back, talkin' bout Texting her I ain't payin' for that shit
H-How the f*ck you goin' through shit to me, lil' bitch, You Ain't help you back then
Niggas Stay hating' on me, motherf*cker, but I ended up more richer than you
I'm more rich than the crew, I'm more rich than your Bitch
Talkin' that shit bout that clique, I with my whole clique
I ended up wrong with a bitch, I ended up wrong with a Bitch
She tryna set niggas up to get jumped, lil' nigga, you all know how I get down
I got hella chops and shit, lil' bitch, you already know how I get down
This ain't no gun, lil, war, lil' nigga, these real bullets, you die
Bout to hit the galaxy, buster, all in my brain
I ain't talk to a single bitch this year, I'm light Yagami
Get out my face, lil' bitch, you fake as hell, you ain't talk to me a single time
All these rhymes got me feelin' like I'm Nas, lil' bitch, I'm in my prime
Writer: Carlos Mitchell
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