All my niggas uppin blick so it ain’t no runnin down
I done made a couple bands think I want a hundred now
You Niggas wack tho-
I would of made a track but never now
Came through the back door-
Left out the front I had em runnin out
I’m that Nigga, they don’t wanna see me in the industry
I’m that Nigga my momma should of named me himothy
I don’t wanna fuck yo bitch but it’s a possibility
All you niggas really gay, they just gossip over tea
Ain’t u tired of being broke with no revenue
I’m tryna fuck this bitch I’m tryna fit up in her schedule
I seen her with her clothes but when she naked it’s a better view
Let her play around don’t let the bitch go round controllin u
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Bitch ain’t controllin me
Catch me in the - bitch I’m in the hood like the motor be
We caught em out in traffic made em spin out where the shoulder be
All this money brought in drugs, love em, I think they in love wit me
I told shorty shake it ,switch it up ,I wanna see booty jumpin
I told Brodie fuck em fuck that club I can’t get through with none
He a cornball - He bring up shit that ain’t got do wit none
He a cornball - He went and bought a gun to prove em sum
Crowd put they hands up - like a stick up
Bro yo music Ass quit Making tracks and shut that shit up
My Old bitch in the past but if she want it imma give up
I done Grew up with my mans then cut em off cause how he did us
(How he?)
How he did me?
I heard that he died I thank the lord that’s how it should be
I’m talkin to this bitch she wanna fuck I said we could meet
I just left da spot to hit her house to get my wood beat
I’m that Nigga and u ain’t
Your bitch pussy stank
How the fuck you niggas fuck on fat bitches? I just can’t
I bet when she walk around it smell like fishes in the tank
I bet when I walk around i smell like money in the bank
I get tired of talkin
2022 without a car - ain’t you tired of walkin?
Can’t hang with broke niggas I get sick - I get tired of coughin
Tryna ride this wave I think he slipped, heard he died or sum
I could never fold or be a bitch, I’m my momma son