Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Tell dat nigga pipe up
Ride with a bitch
But I still can't spend time on a bitch
And I still cant get mind off a bitch
Bad thoughs so I had to lie to a bitch
'Fore I bust her over she was sliming and shit
She the type to get on top, ridin on the dick
With no license and shit, and she quiet and shit
Freak hoe acting all shy with the shits
Like why you actin?
What the f*ck happened?
Drivin 100, no seatbelt fastened
Your bitch in love with the drip and the fashion
Roll up a blunt it wont do me like acid
Racks on my mind, talk about payment
I'm so used to fake niggas I been feelin famous
Niggas lying to my face and I ain't even faze it
But if you fronting to my face then we gon f*ckin fade it
One thing that I learned 'bout hoes is they fake, 2 faced bitches all I know
So when I find a new bitch with a fat ass
Down to do it
I already know its for exposure
Dig for gold but they hit the boulder
Shit's way different for the ones who know us
I can't let it get down my throat, I go hard when a nigga looking for some closure
I just thought you wouldnt leave me like that
And that goes for Kam too, Imma leave it at that
I ain't mean to sound corny but it's deeper than rap
As a young nigga running round the streets wit the mac
They gon' say imma monster
Someone call up a doctor
I been killing my brain
Because of habits I foster
If I wasn't insane
I would be writing it harder
And i would tell all you niggas
About the thoughts that I guarded
Reece, Foreign
You know I had to show them lil niggas what i got
That ain't much tho
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Tell dat nigga pipe up
Ride with a bitch
But I still can't spend time on a bitch
And I still cant get mind off a bitch
Bad thoughs so I had to lie to a bitch
'Fore I bust her over she was sliming and shit
She the type to get on top, ridin on the dick
With no license and shit, and she quiet and shit
Freak hoe acting all shy with the shits
Like why you actin?
What the f*ck happened?
Drivin 100, no seatbelt fastened
Your bitch in love with the drip and the fashion
Roll up a blunt it wont do me like acid
Racks on my mind, talk about payment
I'm so used to fake niggas I been feelin famous
Niggas lying to my face and I ain't even faze it
But if you fronting to my face then we gon f*ckin fade it
One thing that I learned 'bout hoes is they fake, 2 faced bitches all I know
So when I find a new bitch with a fat ass
Down to do it
I already know its for exposure
Dig for gold but they hit the boulder
Shit's way different for the ones who know us
I can't let it get down my throat, I go hard when a nigga looking for some closure
I just thought you wouldnt leave me like that
And that goes for Kam too, Imma leave it at that
I ain't mean to sound corny but it's deeper than rap
As a young nigga running round the streets wit the mac
They gon' say imma monster
Someone call up a doctor
I been killing my brain
Because of habits I foster
If I wasn't insane
I would be writing it harder
And i would tell all you niggas
About the thoughts that I guarded
Reece, Foreign
You know I had to show them lil niggas what i got
That ain't much tho
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Tell dat nigga pipe up
Ride with a bitch
But I still can't spend time on a bitch
And I still cant get mind off a bitch
Bad thoughs so I had to lie to a bitch
'Fore I bust her over she was sliming and shit
She the type to get on top, ridin on the dick
With no license and shit, and she quiet and shit
Freak hoe acting all shy with the shits
Like why you actin?
What the f*ck happened?
Drivin 100, no seatbelt fastened
Your bitch in love with the drip and the fashion
Roll up a blunt it wont do me like acid
Racks on my mind, talk about payment
I'm so used to fake niggas I been feelin famous
Niggas lying to my face and I ain't even faze it
But if you fronting to my face then we gon f*ckin fade it
One thing that I learned 'bout hoes is they fake, 2 faced bitches all I know
So when I find a new bitch with a fat ass
Down to do it
I already know its for exposure
Dig for gold but they hit the boulder
Shit's way different for the ones who know us
I can't let it get down my throat, I go hard when a nigga looking for some closure
I just thought you wouldnt leave me like that
And that goes for Kam too, Imma leave it at that
I ain't mean to sound corny but it's deeper than rap
As a young nigga running round the streets wit the mac
They gon' say imma monster
Someone call up a doctor
I been killing my brain
Because of habits I foster
If I wasn't insane
I would be writing it harder
And i would tell all you niggas
About the thoughts that I guarded
Reece, Foreign
You know I had to show them lil niggas what i got
That ain't much tho
Writer: Bryan Reis
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