
Oh, oh, oh
And they say, hey, now but when I was nobody really cared
I think I found a girl, she got it all, gotta put her on my shelf
My twin said mark your music hard, you got some hits under your belt
What you know about getting crossed up like CP3, tryna send some shots like Steph
Don't get mad at me, get mad at that bitch, that's like a player tryna fight the ref
And I might take her out of the state, make her feel a feeling she never felt
I might take her on a date to stk, pay for her nails
You can slide to the spot, but, baby, you ain't stayin' here
And I'm in the front, just takin' a call, like I work at the hotel
And, bae we grown, so when we fuck put done to phone you bet not tell
Yo, told her, shawty, yeah, you better not tell
Im just wit my bro, he selling he gotta scale
I been gettin' all this fuckin' money, know I'm a player
I been runnin' up all this fuckin' money, know I'm a player
I'm player asf, nigga, always talkin' crazy
These niggas ain't runnin' up, ain't worried about bein' gangster
I worried bout a other stuff, I worried bout better stuff
Ran it up, swear to God, they thought it was luck
Running it up, you gotta stay fuckin' down
Running it up, you gotta stay fuckin' down
Tryna beef yo ass a clown, huh
Yeah, on my 20, got like a hundred rounds, huh
Call up swerve, ask some more, like 20 rounds, huh
Put a nigga in the, motherfuckin' ground, huh
Put a nigga in , motherfuckin' ground
Nigga, I stick with my dog, like we in a dog pound
Niggas really mad as fuck, cuz they can not come around
I be rappin' on these beats, when niggas play, I gun em down
I be rappin' on these beats, when niggas play, I gun em down, huh
Yeah, twin wanna rock out for me huh
Twin wanna rock out, wanna rock onna beat
And they say, hey, now but when I was nobody really cared
I think I found a girl, she got it all, gotta put her on my shelf
My twin said mark your music hard, you got some hits under your belt
What you know about getting crossed up like CP3, tryna send some shots like Steph
Don't get mad at me, get mad at that bitch, that's like a player tryna fight the ref
And I might take her out of the state, make her feel a feeling she never felt
Don't try to fight me about that bitch, I pull up get it cracking ,
And don't you try me on no broke shit you know my niggas having
And this bitch classy as the fuck, but I like my little ratchet
And I try bend it' over hit from the back , I like it cause it's tatted
I gotta hoe that pussy right at her ass so fat , they call her Phatty
Been in the stu 20 days straight I was tryin' to win me a damn Grammy
It won't happen, you said , like why you hate on that kid
You switchin' up, supposed to be my mans can't name, a thing that I did
And you say, hey, and now you see me goin' up, where was you at then
You see this Rollie on my wrist and green me like I'm Ben 10
Uh, feel like I'm Ben 10
And this music really therapy to me, I'm out here venting