I′m messed up gang
I'm comin′ back for everything I deserve, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Grr
I ain't gon' lie, you niggas in trouble
(niggas in trouble)
Can′t sign that shit ′til is double
('til is double)
Rich young nigga can′t get no snuffle
I'm ′quipped with the blick
That's on my brother
(grr, grr, grr)
Take a risk everyday with my life
I′ma roll that dice like it's ten of folks
Go to the bank
Deposit money every weekend
And bitch 'til I break that ho
(break that ho)
Nigga say that I ain′t got enough money in my pocket
Pussy-ass nigga need some more
(more monеy)
I ain′t been asleep in good damn week
I'm missing that but
You can′t say I'm broke
Me and my brother havе bunk beds
I was on bottom mood then earn to the floor
Now you step in my crib
You can lay on my bed with twenty-somethin′ hoes
(twenty bitches)
Clip so long, look like turkey legs
Thank God everyday then that I ain't dead
(I ain′t dead)
Dirty ass gang
Got know how the play
Got to keep my head with one in the head
(one in the head)
Blowing the bags, he like the stake
(like the stake)
Free cheese on his plate
(on his plate)
Money on his books, so, you know he straight
(know he straight)
Chains so big look like he Jamaican
(Jamaican)
See them coming, sayin' I'm fakin′
And I make a nigga fake dead, bitch, stop playin′
(grr)
First lil' deal, I took a lil′ bit out of that
Then 20K on a nigga neck
(oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Up a couple mills
Get win on a drill
I'm a CEO when I′m on the field with the ratchet
Throw my dog a bone and he went to go fetch
We brought the bitch
When he brought the bitch back, had a whole damn sack
(oh, yeah)
Bleed purple
See purple
Weed purple
Niggas know this shit be crip
(shit be crip)
Small circle
Start to irk her, bitch is fertile
Still left that on her lip
(on her lip)
I ain't lurkin′
Brain hurtin'
Chains hurtin'
Same person thinkin′ ′bout murder
(thinkin' ′bout murder)
I ain't perkin′
Drugs working
Lanes swervin'
In a vert′
Somethin' I'm workin′
(come on)
Woah, roll up one, trap doin′ numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run forest, go run
Oh, these niggas my sons, dead beat to ′em, I ain't got no funds
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice
She eatin′ dick, she the real munch
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don′t throw my gun, get out the car, run forest, go run
Oh, these niggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got no funds
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin′ dick, she the real munch
Bad ass bitch with a whole lot of ass
Whole lot of cash, that′s my type
All eyes on me, can't talk to the hoes, C-grape go-getter
He know what I like
(know what I likes)
I don′t do chicken
Might pay for the pussy
Don't let me know the price
It might be right
(might be right)
See her prints all through her tights
Her camel toe be toein′ right
(be toein' right)
Queso, Freeto, Lay, we count chips, we be straight
My bitch, she too gay, we fuck hoes all damn day
Shoe box turned to a safe
Trap house turned to a state
White bricks over new Js
Trap fashion, one way
Run up on me, you won′t get that
Couple niggas want they lick back
(want they lick back)
She know niggas like a shit back
Poppin' niggas with my rich ass
(with my rich ass)
Run laps on 'em like a zig-zag, know they big mad ′cause where I′m at
I can't believe Trey made a comeback
I can′t front that I been on that
(grr)
She say somethin', I say nothin′
(grr)
Keep on fussin', I ain′t budgin'
(I ain't budgin′)
I′m about it 'cause money I′m touchin', and plenty bitches I′m fuckin'
Switcheroo a ho real quick, on some real shit, I′m P
She say I'm duckin', no lovin′, no trustin′, bitch, I'm me
Woah, roll up one, trap doin′ numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run forest, go run
Oh, these niggas my sons, dead beat to ′em, I ain't got no funds
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin′ dick, she the real munch
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run forest, go run
Oh, these niggas my sons, dead beat to ′em, I ain′t got no funds
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice fine ass
Know what I mean? She eatin′ dick, she the real munch
Comin' back for this shit
Pay me in respect, not money, bitch
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Bryson Lashun Potts, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Davood Nadimi Boushehri
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