Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
He wasn't made for the
That's why they made the
Real Geez in this bitch
You know what the f*ck going on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
They keep asking that's your mans, bitch, yeah and so what
I've been making money and music, Band Club
Run it up just like Sha'Carri, Gold medals and pearled dubs
Smoke all the time just to feel some, I'm still numb
Take a trip up out the state, when I start to feel no love
Treat this life shit like a game, when I die, it's no respawn
Niggas hopping on the songs, that I'm on, call em leap frog
Why the f*ck you always jumping on the shit that we on
He wasn't made for the streets, ok, that's why they made the curb
You the type that stand there, Watch us do the dirty work
I've been giving niggas bars, Just bars, lil Herb
Ain't no jail time but if I'm going out, it's in the dirt
Broke up with my bitch at M.I.A, I feel like Durk
She keep catching me on gram, delete it cause she like the lurk
I ain't got no time for the bitch, I know she hurt
Baby girl a junkie, watched her ode off the f*cking perk
We go dumb, we got drums
We in the clubs, don't you forget
Pick a drug, show some love
Do your dance, girl, let's get lit
Throw subs, that's a dub
You ain't my man, that ain't my clique
Ain't no ones, we get it done
This shit like pool, we keep them sticks
Just keep tryna argue wit me
Money talks not me
Big ass Benjis in my pockets
All blues, not greens
I directed all my shots
We shooting shit like Spike Lee
Yeah, my killer's really junkies
Sip and wock like Ice-T
I keep my boys, pay them pills
I think that's why they like me
Everybody around me poled
I don't think you can fight me
Gon' ask you once
I ask again,
It won't be nicely
Yeah, that shit sad
Y'all gassed him up, he on the white tee
He wasn't made for the streets, ok, that's why they made the curb
You the type that stand there, Watch us do the dirty work
I've been giving niggas bars, Just bars, lil Herb
Ain't no jail time but if I'm going out, it's in the dirt
Broke up with my bitch at M.I.A, I feel like Durk
She keep catching me on gram, delete it cause she like the lurk
I ain't got no time for the bitch, I know she hurt
Baby girl a junkie, watched her ode off the f*cking perc
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
He wasn't made for the
That's why they made the
Real Geez in this bitch
You know what the f*ck going on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
They keep asking that's your mans, bitch, yeah and so what
I've been making money and music, Band Club
Run it up just like Sha'Carri, Gold medals and pearled dubs
Smoke all the time just to feel some, I'm still numb
Take a trip up out the state, when I start to feel no love
Treat this life shit like a game, when I die, it's no respawn
Niggas hopping on the songs, that I'm on, call em leap frog
Why the f*ck you always jumping on the shit that we on
He wasn't made for the streets, ok, that's why they made the curb
You the type that stand there, Watch us do the dirty work
I've been giving niggas bars, Just bars, lil Herb
Ain't no jail time but if I'm going out, it's in the dirt
Broke up with my bitch at M.I.A, I feel like Durk
She keep catching me on gram, delete it cause she like the lurk
I ain't got no time for the bitch, I know she hurt
Baby girl a junkie, watched her ode off the f*cking perk
We go dumb, we got drums
We in the clubs, don't you forget
Pick a drug, show some love
Do your dance, girl, let's get lit
Throw subs, that's a dub
You ain't my man, that ain't my clique
Ain't no ones, we get it done
This shit like pool, we keep them sticks
Just keep tryna argue wit me
Money talks not me
Big ass Benjis in my pockets
All blues, not greens
I directed all my shots
We shooting shit like Spike Lee
Yeah, my killer's really junkies
Sip and wock like Ice-T
I keep my boys, pay them pills
I think that's why they like me
Everybody around me poled
I don't think you can fight me
Gon' ask you once
I ask again,
It won't be nicely
Yeah, that shit sad
Y'all gassed him up, he on the white tee
He wasn't made for the streets, ok, that's why they made the curb
You the type that stand there, Watch us do the dirty work
I've been giving niggas bars, Just bars, lil Herb
Ain't no jail time but if I'm going out, it's in the dirt
Broke up with my bitch at M.I.A, I feel like Durk
She keep catching me on gram, delete it cause she like the lurk
I ain't got no time for the bitch, I know she hurt
Baby girl a junkie, watched her ode off the f*cking perc
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
He wasn't made for the
That's why they made the
Real Geez in this bitch
You know what the f*ck going on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
They keep asking that's your mans, bitch, yeah and so what
I've been making money and music, Band Club
Run it up just like Sha'Carri, Gold medals and pearled dubs
Smoke all the time just to feel some, I'm still numb
Take a trip up out the state, when I start to feel no love
Treat this life shit like a game, when I die, it's no respawn
Niggas hopping on the songs, that I'm on, call em leap frog
Why the f*ck you always jumping on the shit that we on
He wasn't made for the streets, ok, that's why they made the curb
You the type that stand there, Watch us do the dirty work
I've been giving niggas bars, Just bars, lil Herb
Ain't no jail time but if I'm going out, it's in the dirt
Broke up with my bitch at M.I.A, I feel like Durk
She keep catching me on gram, delete it cause she like the lurk
I ain't got no time for the bitch, I know she hurt
Baby girl a junkie, watched her ode off the f*cking perk
We go dumb, we got drums
We in the clubs, don't you forget
Pick a drug, show some love
Do your dance, girl, let's get lit
Throw subs, that's a dub
You ain't my man, that ain't my clique
Ain't no ones, we get it done
This shit like pool, we keep them sticks
Just keep tryna argue wit me
Money talks not me
Big ass Benjis in my pockets
All blues, not greens
I directed all my shots
We shooting shit like Spike Lee
Yeah, my killer's really junkies
Sip and wock like Ice-T
I keep my boys, pay them pills
I think that's why they like me
Everybody around me poled
I don't think you can fight me
Gon' ask you once
I ask again,
It won't be nicely
Yeah, that shit sad
Y'all gassed him up, he on the white tee
He wasn't made for the streets, ok, that's why they made the curb
You the type that stand there, Watch us do the dirty work
I've been giving niggas bars, Just bars, lil Herb
Ain't no jail time but if I'm going out, it's in the dirt
Broke up with my bitch at M.I.A, I feel like Durk
She keep catching me on gram, delete it cause she like the lurk
I ain't got no time for the bitch, I know she hurt
Baby girl a junkie, watched her ode off the f*cking perc
Writer: Bradford Kennedy
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