Letras
Nook da Crook, nigga
What the fuck going on?
It be hard to multiply 'cause this shit slick to vibe
You VV your shit most tonight, you can't sit beside me
All my hos be grown and sexy, all your bitches childish (they bad)
We couldn't afford resorts in islands, we resort to violence
But you can't get in this world, but I know membership
Ten cars in and still ain't seen me at no dealership
Often when you really spend a check, and they deliver shit (they gon' come)
But watching other nigga lines won't help you get a feature
I turn the beat to a bistro
Take my time with this shit like a free throw
Goyard, it cost me a Cinco
I don't want a good girl on a free call
I ain't even wanna rap, but this shit too easy
I'm the one that they call and they need it
But these nigga be too greedy
Please, don't bite the hand that'll feed you (c'mon)
I ain't got no reason to lie (lie), nigga know that I been through it (I am)
When you a hustler, you ain't gotta cry (you ain't), nigga, you just go get to it
You love her so much, you'll die, nigga, that shit sound stupid
I'm pullin' up in a hair cap, why I'm 'bout it, living what I'm saying in my music
These niggas ain't gon' never learn, until they dead weight
I'm done carrying all these niggas, they just dead weight
Like 10K and Louis, that was on the bad day
They hate my music, I bet they gon' skip it just like leg day
I been having papes since 2012, I know how to red tape
I don't play it out, why the fuck would I just play it safe?
Throwing EBG up, every picture fucking fed cape
Wolf of Wall Street, I'm in my office trying to shred paper
Beefing over bread, that shit ain't come with expiration date
Fuck that ho, she getting passed around like a collection plate
Every loss I ever took, I know it's just a test of faith
Checks that come in the mail, ain't got time to address the hate
When they made investments, 'case the feds, come investigate
Still duckin' shit cases, he just had quit yesterday
Lest to say I'm here, ain't catch a murder, tryna catch a play