What the f*ck these niggas talkin' bout shit
Woke up gettin' rich, check my phone, that's another ten
Okay, let's start there
I heard he used to have some dog shit
How it disappear
They booked us for a venue, got the blicks
Can we bring em in
I got niggas riskin' fed, chances daily tryin' to get it in
Treat a rap nigga just like my kid
I get high as hell, fly as hell
Boy, you not my twin
Forgot to pray but dripped in YSL will lord forgive me then?
Before I settle up or slow it down, you can suck my dick
I'ma just abuse rap and merch until it get us rich
They overlook the kid and praise the niggas that I'm better than
Okay, f*ck it, do this shit myself, they take too long to let us in
I know I've been the f*ckin' one, I never had to play pretend
Wanna see me lose so bad, a damn fool, you ever bet that shit
I'm poppin' Yerks, Yerks, Yerks, I got my seven sense
I'm fresh as f*ck, I feel like Matt today, I'm rockin' vetements
Call for the eight, then grab the pint, goddamn, I love that medicine
Wish they free duty and fat, baby, I'm tired of watchin' calanders
This shit real, you welcome to my world, but leave if you can't handle it
Niggas pillow-talkin' bitches, bitches begging hope this shit stop
I'm hearin' they can f*ck a world tour, think the f*ck not
This bitch on fire, but I still approve on the first pop
I knew I couldn't work for no man since my first job
You wanna die, you spent $40 pourin' four lines
This shit gettin' sad, you ask a bitch nothin, she still gon' lie
They piss me off, I'm finna press that button, now it's go time
My jewelry the light, I'm f*ckin' this ho on camera's action, showtime
I really get fly, I'm pullin' these skeletons out, it's like I'm Ghost Rider
This shit from my heart, these niggas can't talk for me, don't need no Ghost Writer
I want me a limb, I'ma grab that bitch all cash, don't need no cosigners
Bitch, I turned up on my own, I got myself, I don't need no cosigners
They ain't support this shit, that bitch went out of turn, they want a cosigner
I'ma turn up on my own, I got myself, I don't need no cosigners
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What the f*ck these niggas talkin' bout shit
Woke up gettin' rich, check my phone, that's another ten
Okay, let's start there
I heard he used to have some dog shit
How it disappear
They booked us for a venue, got the blicks
Can we bring em in
I got niggas riskin' fed, chances daily tryin' to get it in
Treat a rap nigga just like my kid
I get high as hell, fly as hell
Boy, you not my twin
Forgot to pray but dripped in YSL will lord forgive me then?
Before I settle up or slow it down, you can suck my dick
I'ma just abuse rap and merch until it get us rich
They overlook the kid and praise the niggas that I'm better than
Okay, f*ck it, do this shit myself, they take too long to let us in
I know I've been the f*ckin' one, I never had to play pretend
Wanna see me lose so bad, a damn fool, you ever bet that shit
I'm poppin' Yerks, Yerks, Yerks, I got my seven sense
I'm fresh as f*ck, I feel like Matt today, I'm rockin' vetements
Call for the eight, then grab the pint, goddamn, I love that medicine
Wish they free duty and fat, baby, I'm tired of watchin' calanders
This shit real, you welcome to my world, but leave if you can't handle it
Niggas pillow-talkin' bitches, bitches begging hope this shit stop
I'm hearin' they can f*ck a world tour, think the f*ck not
This bitch on fire, but I still approve on the first pop
I knew I couldn't work for no man since my first job
You wanna die, you spent $40 pourin' four lines
This shit gettin' sad, you ask a bitch nothin, she still gon' lie
They piss me off, I'm finna press that button, now it's go time
My jewelry the light, I'm f*ckin' this ho on camera's action, showtime
I really get fly, I'm pullin' these skeletons out, it's like I'm Ghost Rider
This shit from my heart, these niggas can't talk for me, don't need no Ghost Writer
I want me a limb, I'ma grab that bitch all cash, don't need no cosigners
Bitch, I turned up on my own, I got myself, I don't need no cosigners
They ain't support this shit, that bitch went out of turn, they want a cosigner
I'ma turn up on my own, I got myself, I don't need no cosigners
Woke up gettin' rich, check my phone, that's another ten
Okay, let's start there
I heard he used to have some dog shit
How it disappear
They booked us for a venue, got the blicks
Can we bring em in
I got niggas riskin' fed, chances daily tryin' to get it in
Treat a rap nigga just like my kid
I get high as hell, fly as hell
Boy, you not my twin
Forgot to pray but dripped in YSL will lord forgive me then?
Before I settle up or slow it down, you can suck my dick
I'ma just abuse rap and merch until it get us rich
They overlook the kid and praise the niggas that I'm better than
Okay, f*ck it, do this shit myself, they take too long to let us in
I know I've been the f*ckin' one, I never had to play pretend
Wanna see me lose so bad, a damn fool, you ever bet that shit
I'm poppin' Yerks, Yerks, Yerks, I got my seven sense
I'm fresh as f*ck, I feel like Matt today, I'm rockin' vetements
Call for the eight, then grab the pint, goddamn, I love that medicine
Wish they free duty and fat, baby, I'm tired of watchin' calanders
This shit real, you welcome to my world, but leave if you can't handle it
Niggas pillow-talkin' bitches, bitches begging hope this shit stop
I'm hearin' they can f*ck a world tour, think the f*ck not
This bitch on fire, but I still approve on the first pop
I knew I couldn't work for no man since my first job
You wanna die, you spent $40 pourin' four lines
This shit gettin' sad, you ask a bitch nothin, she still gon' lie
They piss me off, I'm finna press that button, now it's go time
My jewelry the light, I'm f*ckin' this ho on camera's action, showtime
I really get fly, I'm pullin' these skeletons out, it's like I'm Ghost Rider
This shit from my heart, these niggas can't talk for me, don't need no Ghost Writer
I want me a limb, I'ma grab that bitch all cash, don't need no cosigners
Bitch, I turned up on my own, I got myself, I don't need no cosigners
They ain't support this shit, that bitch went out of turn, they want a cosigner
I'ma turn up on my own, I got myself, I don't need no cosigners
Writer: Wtm Solid
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