Lyrics:
thousand dollars worth of jewels and I’m out here rockin’ my shit
You niggas aint stoppin’ my shit, boy you niggas ain’t talkin’ bout shit
Get off of my
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
even touch the police
Won't you tell your niggas get that
Take some of those cool fullies and go and get some of our shit back
Your problem is you
niggas copy in my sequence on Fibonacci
Ain't shit sweet but the sauce that I'm dripping out Teriyaki
I ain't very cocky but my hands is like Jeremy
and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I
Niggas want that old mob shit back
(Take it back to that old school Federal way, man. Understand.)
For all my mob music monsters
(In a major way.
games
So to me it's a game of U.N.O
The lowest side nigga
I understand why you ain't know
I Berry Bonds pussy
I slide in when you ain't home
Damn right
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking 'bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips,
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches
calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer, you know
Okay, fuck that shit they talkin' 'bout (okay)
Fuck that shit they sayin'
Listen
Lying ass ho better shut that
Upset 'cause they ass ain't up yet
Big K's (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
When I'm in town, I'm on the East, and I ain't ducking shit (Ducking shit)
Niggas talking, we the ones that be sparking
bullshit
I ain't with that bullshit
My nigga I'm on this real shit
Stack a bill shit, crack a meal ticket
Every time I spills nig'
Yeah I'm on this real shit
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
Big finessin', money stretchin'
Heard niggas hatin', sent 'em out in a stretcher
I'm catchin' blessings, ain't feeling pressure
When I finish, call
the connect, but you ain't got the clientele ('tele)
You the hoax and niggas know it (know it), that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your
the connect, but you ain't got the clientele ('tele)
You the hoax and niggas know it (know it), that shit ain't hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your
these bullies
These niggas snitching ' on they partner, that shit ain't p
He tried to run away, I left his ass all up on E
And we ain't doin' no
and shit?
Judging her past and shit?
Well it's completely my future
A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit
And I'ma need that forty dollars
One one one one one.
One hear I go mic check here I go mic check.
One one one one one.
That's that shit that's that shit nigga that's that
Youngin, been about the money
These niggas know bout the youngins
These niggas know that I run it
This nigga call me on the phone
And I ain't even
was in the suburbs, upper-middle wealth around
So real shit you ain't never had to struggle for much
I wouldn't say it like that, we just had
hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin'
You really wanna stop niggas from dyin'? Stop niggas from tryin' (yeah)
'Cause I ain't really got
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
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