That What You Got

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You a fronto, you ain't link up with Frenchie

Ooh

If I go for the same shit twice, I'd be a fool

I came in the game to take over, pussy, make some room

Huh, all my cars be twin engines, go vroom

You look like you would cuff the hoes, I fuck fast, way to lose

My opp'll eat a dick to get posts on the Shade Room

Can't believe these the type of niggas that say we into it

I pimped on a ho, she was easy influence (oh my gosh)

NBA Hawks game, Rick Owens boots on the wood

Sittin' by me courtside, man, the ho look Jewish, huh

Ho so bad, all the bitches scream, "poli the pussy" (on God)

Can't forget how they played with me

Can't forget how they played a G

Can't forget how she played with me

I had, I told the ho, "come stay with me"

Man, I had, I let this ho lay with me, yeah

A gang member, what they label me, uh

I'm back on that time again

Got back droppin' dimes again

I can't too much vibe with men

I'm back around my crackhead friends

I'm back around my motherfuckers that

Stick in they arms with heroin pens

If I'm back around this, I'm supposed to win, huh

I'm back around hoes that charged niggas

Put the hound the poles 'til I gave they shins

I'm back around hoes come inside, mix-match

Start switchin' from the pin (the ratchet)

I'm back around young niggas that'll put a wig

On just to go get revenge (get to clappin')

I seen most of these fuck niggas turn

To opps, they was once my friends

Can't let a nigga come 'round try to tear down what I built in time

I ain't got no talk for no nigga, ain't pick up what I'm puttin' down

She was a go-getter, nigga, throw off a

Pivot, now all she know is lie on the crime

Play with a real nigga, settle for a

Lame, maggot bitch, that what you got

You got played, bitch, that what you got

Got your heart broke, that what you got

Got your shit took, that what you got

Got your bitch took, that what you got

Ho got cheated on, that what you got

He got rich looks, but he ain't got nothin'

She a thick ho, I could tell from the front

When she see me, put her hair in a bun

Count the opps, I got that's scared of my gun

Whack all of 'em and I bought all they guns

Rockin' a blanket with a gun 'bout my cousin

He ain't one of us, but I can't say he wasn't

Spent my whole album check on budget

My hoes call me four, my lil' cuz call me Cudi

Put your trust in a fox, make the buzzer, uh

That boy dissed, so I changed it to cutter

How many hoes on the way? 'Bout a dozen, uh

Every time I come around, they be stealin' my sauce, huh

So fuckin' piped up, get you killed for a post, huh

Pulled up in a Lamb', dipped in a Ghost, huh

Wearin' RS ice, walkin' on a caved-in floor, in the trap

Got so many fuckin' 'bows, more than base notes in my lap

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