(Uh)
(Uh)
I'm in this bitch going insane
So we hop in the jet and we ain't takin' flights, cause you know that we never in airplanes
Got your bitch, she ride in on the damn train
I cannot f*ck with no damn lames
Your bitch wanna f*ck, imma run game
But nah, I ain't talkin' bout 2k
All these niggas just get in they feelings, they too gay
The kid just be losing his mind
If you want f*ck with the kid, you need evaluations, I lock you up and you do time
If I steal your bitch, then she mine
If you want try to take her back, then be ready to cry
I told you the devil's a lie
But you ain't heard truth in a minute, just look at the time
You rockin' some linen, that shit is a crime
A race to the finish, you lose and you die
How many fingers I got on the trigger, my nigga, I'm checking your eyes
I feel like Jesus, way I turn that water to wine
You see your bitch cheesin, just know I was breaking her spine
Think I'm forgetting my line
So I rip a bump to the face, yeah we ain't takin' lines
I take her back to my place, got the TV on, but we ain't watchin
Shorty seen me try hidin' the condom, she don't think I'm clean, but bitch you got no option
Man I'm joshin
I just be playin' lil bitch, you too serious, I'm just a comic
I be cookin' inside of my kitchen, cause bitch I'm a chef, but you just gettin' ramen
I be diggin' for gold, yeah I look for the bezel, I need shit to shine like a diamond
Your bitch built like a Cowell, no bitch not the animal, you know I'm talkin' about Simon
Got the Presi so tight on my wrist, I don't need circulation, cause I be on timin
Bitch ass nigga just made presentation, to show me why I should find reason to sign him
You get signed, if you bring your bitch around, and she can hit these splits
Don't ask for royalties, cause I'm the king, might let you clean up shit
You got weak bones, and I might break em, check my tote, you see these sticks
Just go home my nigga, I ain't tryna rate you, I won't let you come get rich
But I still might take your bitch
That hoe get slimed out, you would think I upped the pole and did the hit
All by myself, cause a nigga ain't ride round with no clique
But we got clips
I show you all the times that niggas came and got clipped
So hold my pocket
If you want my bread, imma treat you like my kid
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(Uh)
(Uh)
I'm in this bitch going insane
So we hop in the jet and we ain't takin' flights, cause you know that we never in airplanes
Got your bitch, she ride in on the damn train
I cannot f*ck with no damn lames
Your bitch wanna f*ck, imma run game
But nah, I ain't talkin' bout 2k
All these niggas just get in they feelings, they too gay
The kid just be losing his mind
If you want f*ck with the kid, you need evaluations, I lock you up and you do time
If I steal your bitch, then she mine
If you want try to take her back, then be ready to cry
I told you the devil's a lie
But you ain't heard truth in a minute, just look at the time
You rockin' some linen, that shit is a crime
A race to the finish, you lose and you die
How many fingers I got on the trigger, my nigga, I'm checking your eyes
I feel like Jesus, way I turn that water to wine
You see your bitch cheesin, just know I was breaking her spine
Think I'm forgetting my line
So I rip a bump to the face, yeah we ain't takin' lines
I take her back to my place, got the TV on, but we ain't watchin
Shorty seen me try hidin' the condom, she don't think I'm clean, but bitch you got no option
Man I'm joshin
I just be playin' lil bitch, you too serious, I'm just a comic
I be cookin' inside of my kitchen, cause bitch I'm a chef, but you just gettin' ramen
I be diggin' for gold, yeah I look for the bezel, I need shit to shine like a diamond
Your bitch built like a Cowell, no bitch not the animal, you know I'm talkin' about Simon
Got the Presi so tight on my wrist, I don't need circulation, cause I be on timin
Bitch ass nigga just made presentation, to show me why I should find reason to sign him
You get signed, if you bring your bitch around, and she can hit these splits
Don't ask for royalties, cause I'm the king, might let you clean up shit
You got weak bones, and I might break em, check my tote, you see these sticks
Just go home my nigga, I ain't tryna rate you, I won't let you come get rich
But I still might take your bitch
That hoe get slimed out, you would think I upped the pole and did the hit
All by myself, cause a nigga ain't ride round with no clique
But we got clips
I show you all the times that niggas came and got clipped
So hold my pocket
If you want my bread, imma treat you like my kid
(Uh)
I'm in this bitch going insane
So we hop in the jet and we ain't takin' flights, cause you know that we never in airplanes
Got your bitch, she ride in on the damn train
I cannot f*ck with no damn lames
Your bitch wanna f*ck, imma run game
But nah, I ain't talkin' bout 2k
All these niggas just get in they feelings, they too gay
The kid just be losing his mind
If you want f*ck with the kid, you need evaluations, I lock you up and you do time
If I steal your bitch, then she mine
If you want try to take her back, then be ready to cry
I told you the devil's a lie
But you ain't heard truth in a minute, just look at the time
You rockin' some linen, that shit is a crime
A race to the finish, you lose and you die
How many fingers I got on the trigger, my nigga, I'm checking your eyes
I feel like Jesus, way I turn that water to wine
You see your bitch cheesin, just know I was breaking her spine
Think I'm forgetting my line
So I rip a bump to the face, yeah we ain't takin' lines
I take her back to my place, got the TV on, but we ain't watchin
Shorty seen me try hidin' the condom, she don't think I'm clean, but bitch you got no option
Man I'm joshin
I just be playin' lil bitch, you too serious, I'm just a comic
I be cookin' inside of my kitchen, cause bitch I'm a chef, but you just gettin' ramen
I be diggin' for gold, yeah I look for the bezel, I need shit to shine like a diamond
Your bitch built like a Cowell, no bitch not the animal, you know I'm talkin' about Simon
Got the Presi so tight on my wrist, I don't need circulation, cause I be on timin
Bitch ass nigga just made presentation, to show me why I should find reason to sign him
You get signed, if you bring your bitch around, and she can hit these splits
Don't ask for royalties, cause I'm the king, might let you clean up shit
You got weak bones, and I might break em, check my tote, you see these sticks
Just go home my nigga, I ain't tryna rate you, I won't let you come get rich
But I still might take your bitch
That hoe get slimed out, you would think I upped the pole and did the hit
All by myself, cause a nigga ain't ride round with no clique
But we got clips
I show you all the times that niggas came and got clipped
So hold my pocket
If you want my bread, imma treat you like my kid
Writer: William Wallace
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