Lyrics
Check it, bitch, it ain't nothin' to me
Don't get money, fuckin' niggas, bitches, this shit fun to me
Niggas hate me, probably cause they under me
Six feet, my opps ain't nothin' to me
Can't beef with no broke nigga, bitch, it be fun to me
Fuck a nigga, mama, now your bitch has a son to me
Your pussy ass wanna be
G is mean, P is mean, stripped is mean
He ain't got no hoes or no bo's, you can't compete with me
I was 13 when I bust my first junk
I was 14 when I made my first plug
I was 15 when I made my first thug
Gave my mama ten, gave her a hug and said
It's love, I don't do this trap shit for fun, I do this shit for real
I took a trip to Dallas, came back with a million pills
I don't fuck with niggas, and that's just how I really feel
If you ain't tryna shop, a nigga don't turn up on that hill
For real, don't play with us, we dangerous
My shooters, they smoke angel dust
They two AKs and they a head ten, everywhere from the ankle up
Don't play with us, they might have to scrape you up
The nerve couldn't even tape you up
Boy, you know you fake as fuck
Gotta keep my grad cut, cut these niggas sneaky fuck
I can't cut no herbal with this chopper, I can shape you up
I can't try no vivid, cause them hoes'll try to set you up
I'm focused on the mission, man, I'm tryna buy my hood up
If you ain't off that hill up from that side, don't throw my hood up
I just stuffed the ounce in the zig-zag, so put that wood up
I hear niggas hatin, keep my name in they conversation
But they bitch wanna fuck me, cause they know them niggas basic
You niggas just some wannabes, and you need to face it
Ha, need to face it
Bitch
Nigga, never be me
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