You're all a bunch of f*ckin' assholes, you know why
You don't have the guts to be what you want to be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your f*ckin' fingers and say, that's the bad guy
So, what I make you? Good
Nigga, I can slide on any beat
Lil Ho said she vegetarian, but she eatin' on my meat
Nigga feel like Brian in my prime, yeah Miami heat
4-4 got him dancin', he a bitch, call him Happy Feet
30 shots like Curry, shoot that three, pull that bitch from deep
Nigga we be slidin' on strikes, nigga not no Jeep
When my grandpa died, that shit hurt me, that shit hurt me bad
When I get rich, I'ma do this shit just for my dad
You're not good
You just know how to hide, how to lie
Me, I don't have that part
Me, I always tell the truth
Even when I lie
Bitches ass, when we get em, smoke em out that side
Lil Ho, she fine as hell, I don't give a f*ck if she was bi
On my pops, these niggas bitches, these niggas can't f*ck with me
Smoke em out that loose leaf
Step on niggas in my Air Force 1, can't get no creeps
Nigga be sweet like honey buns, pop his ass like grease
Feed that nigga to my f*ckin' dogs, now they havin' a feast
Niggas be actin' like 12, on my daddy, y'all niggas police
I do that make you good
Smokin' all these opps to the face, smoke em out that wood
My oppo from the f*ckin' back, she would like makin' good
Niggas say they spinnin' through MG, I wish a nigga would
Like nigga, what you tryna do
In the bitch room with the bros, kill your pops, kill your dudes
In the bitch room crack and pour, get your bitch, you know she full
In the bitch room with the gang, if a nigga try to play, hit his ass with that flame
So say goodnight to the bad guy
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You're all a bunch of f*ckin' assholes, you know why
You don't have the guts to be what you want to be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your f*ckin' fingers and say, that's the bad guy
So, what I make you? Good
Nigga, I can slide on any beat
Lil Ho said she vegetarian, but she eatin' on my meat
Nigga feel like Brian in my prime, yeah Miami heat
4-4 got him dancin', he a bitch, call him Happy Feet
30 shots like Curry, shoot that three, pull that bitch from deep
Nigga we be slidin' on strikes, nigga not no Jeep
When my grandpa died, that shit hurt me, that shit hurt me bad
When I get rich, I'ma do this shit just for my dad
You're not good
You just know how to hide, how to lie
Me, I don't have that part
Me, I always tell the truth
Even when I lie
Bitches ass, when we get em, smoke em out that side
Lil Ho, she fine as hell, I don't give a f*ck if she was bi
On my pops, these niggas bitches, these niggas can't f*ck with me
Smoke em out that loose leaf
Step on niggas in my Air Force 1, can't get no creeps
Nigga be sweet like honey buns, pop his ass like grease
Feed that nigga to my f*ckin' dogs, now they havin' a feast
Niggas be actin' like 12, on my daddy, y'all niggas police
I do that make you good
Smokin' all these opps to the face, smoke em out that wood
My oppo from the f*ckin' back, she would like makin' good
Niggas say they spinnin' through MG, I wish a nigga would
Like nigga, what you tryna do
In the bitch room with the bros, kill your pops, kill your dudes
In the bitch room crack and pour, get your bitch, you know she full
In the bitch room with the gang, if a nigga try to play, hit his ass with that flame
So say goodnight to the bad guy
You don't have the guts to be what you want to be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your f*ckin' fingers and say, that's the bad guy
So, what I make you? Good
Nigga, I can slide on any beat
Lil Ho said she vegetarian, but she eatin' on my meat
Nigga feel like Brian in my prime, yeah Miami heat
4-4 got him dancin', he a bitch, call him Happy Feet
30 shots like Curry, shoot that three, pull that bitch from deep
Nigga we be slidin' on strikes, nigga not no Jeep
When my grandpa died, that shit hurt me, that shit hurt me bad
When I get rich, I'ma do this shit just for my dad
You're not good
You just know how to hide, how to lie
Me, I don't have that part
Me, I always tell the truth
Even when I lie
Bitches ass, when we get em, smoke em out that side
Lil Ho, she fine as hell, I don't give a f*ck if she was bi
On my pops, these niggas bitches, these niggas can't f*ck with me
Smoke em out that loose leaf
Step on niggas in my Air Force 1, can't get no creeps
Nigga be sweet like honey buns, pop his ass like grease
Feed that nigga to my f*ckin' dogs, now they havin' a feast
Niggas be actin' like 12, on my daddy, y'all niggas police
I do that make you good
Smokin' all these opps to the face, smoke em out that wood
My oppo from the f*ckin' back, she would like makin' good
Niggas say they spinnin' through MG, I wish a nigga would
Like nigga, what you tryna do
In the bitch room with the bros, kill your pops, kill your dudes
In the bitch room crack and pour, get your bitch, you know she full
In the bitch room with the gang, if a nigga try to play, hit his ass with that flame
So say goodnight to the bad guy
Writer: Melo Moss
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