Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit easy I thank God he let me show my skills
You would think I'm kamikaze when I'm behind that wheel
This my life for real, I promise it's f*ck how you feel
I might spend a house just on my closet when I sign my deal
Bitch we shoot to kill, it's f*ck these
Hoes my heart ain't healed
Nigga hop down on my bitch he left like Emmett Till
I still need a mill, hungry I can't miss
A meal
She like let's sit down and talk, bitch this ain't Dr. Phil
In my pants I keep a Glock, you know that bitch concealed
I know niggas moving bricks, bitch I know Shaq for real
Stay on point can't pop no pill, I know this shit get real
Make this movie or Get Out, bitch call me Jordan Peele
I know some niggas when shit go down they shoot in the air
Walk in the club with my niggas ain't here for the bitches, but love how they stopping to stare
I just stuffed dick in ya hoe and I'm buying her clothes, it feel like I'm building a bear
I got too drunk, I can't even stand I made her come sit on the dick like a chair
Hit from the back and I pull out her tracks, I might need to get me a sponsor from Nair
She probably f*cked on a nigga I really don't like and I promise I don't even care
I'm one of one don't try to compare, I got enough dick for these bitches to share
Point out the money I'm on the way there, these niggas be hating I know I'm aware
I'm thanking God for my niggas in prayer, if they wasn't here then I would be where
I was just broke had to get a repair, ain't nobody like me I feel like I'm rare
I know that life come with problems im trynna just run up this money to keep me prepared
Married to money can't have an affair, if we talking bout bitches I keep me a spare, Nigga
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit easy I thank God he let me show my skills
You would think I'm kamikaze when I'm behind that wheel
This my life for real, I promise it's f*ck how you feel
I might spend a house just on my closet when I sign my deal
Bitch we shoot to kill, it's f*ck these
Hoes my heart ain't healed
Nigga hop down on my bitch he left like Emmett Till
I still need a mill, hungry I can't miss
A meal
She like let's sit down and talk, bitch this ain't Dr. Phil
In my pants I keep a Glock, you know that bitch concealed
I know niggas moving bricks, bitch I know Shaq for real
Stay on point can't pop no pill, I know this shit get real
Make this movie or Get Out, bitch call me Jordan Peele
I know some niggas when shit go down they shoot in the air
Walk in the club with my niggas ain't here for the bitches, but love how they stopping to stare
I just stuffed dick in ya hoe and I'm buying her clothes, it feel like I'm building a bear
I got too drunk, I can't even stand I made her come sit on the dick like a chair
Hit from the back and I pull out her tracks, I might need to get me a sponsor from Nair
She probably f*cked on a nigga I really don't like and I promise I don't even care
I'm one of one don't try to compare, I got enough dick for these bitches to share
Point out the money I'm on the way there, these niggas be hating I know I'm aware
I'm thanking God for my niggas in prayer, if they wasn't here then I would be where
I was just broke had to get a repair, ain't nobody like me I feel like I'm rare
I know that life come with problems im trynna just run up this money to keep me prepared
Married to money can't have an affair, if we talking bout bitches I keep me a spare, Nigga
This shit easy I thank God he let me show my skills
You would think I'm kamikaze when I'm behind that wheel
This my life for real, I promise it's f*ck how you feel
I might spend a house just on my closet when I sign my deal
Bitch we shoot to kill, it's f*ck these
Hoes my heart ain't healed
Nigga hop down on my bitch he left like Emmett Till
I still need a mill, hungry I can't miss
A meal
She like let's sit down and talk, bitch this ain't Dr. Phil
In my pants I keep a Glock, you know that bitch concealed
I know niggas moving bricks, bitch I know Shaq for real
Stay on point can't pop no pill, I know this shit get real
Make this movie or Get Out, bitch call me Jordan Peele
I know some niggas when shit go down they shoot in the air
Walk in the club with my niggas ain't here for the bitches, but love how they stopping to stare
I just stuffed dick in ya hoe and I'm buying her clothes, it feel like I'm building a bear
I got too drunk, I can't even stand I made her come sit on the dick like a chair
Hit from the back and I pull out her tracks, I might need to get me a sponsor from Nair
She probably f*cked on a nigga I really don't like and I promise I don't even care
I'm one of one don't try to compare, I got enough dick for these bitches to share
Point out the money I'm on the way there, these niggas be hating I know I'm aware
I'm thanking God for my niggas in prayer, if they wasn't here then I would be where
I was just broke had to get a repair, ain't nobody like me I feel like I'm rare
I know that life come with problems im trynna just run up this money to keep me prepared
Married to money can't have an affair, if we talking bout bitches I keep me a spare, Nigga
Writer: Sean Robinson
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