I be fresh as fuck When I hit the scene, everybody know me 40 tucked in my skinny jeans, I'm so fuckin' lowkey All hundreds, finna go get some cream, it's another show week It's a show week Out the seven days, I gotta pick up four of these Momma told me "Baby, get you some sleep, gotta turn down move slow please" I go home, rock my son to sleep, gotta stay awake, get more of these Nigga you mad cause you ain't gettin' no cheese Whole hood charge you whole fees Sometimes it's no one to watch over me Too broke, can't get close to me Seen the opps, said hello to me Never respect when approachin' me And don't act like you don't know it's me Know that bitch somewhere close to me And I ain't got no reason to be on that You don't wanna avenge your homie Even though I really be on that Beat a nigga up if he want that You can't even buy a whole lunch, jack Better get a clock and punch that Used to run my hood like a rugrat We went to war with one gat Ain't lyin', we a go, they come back All on defense, we a bust back So they want me whacked 100 shots out the back of the 'Lac I spit that shit that you get high to, and make you wanna clap after that Then drop some shit that make you contemplate on it after the fact Rap about the shit you livin, nigga what happened to that? I don't give a fuck bout the rap game no more Nigga, I'm after the check I ain't with the rap beef, nigga say my name once, I'm after his neck Reach for 150, I'ma let 50 them bitches come out of this TEC That's like 120 without the charms, and I just added baguettes Run up that check (run up that check) Ain't break a sweat Play with me, that's Russian Roulette [?], how's that? Already know where he at Maneski gon do him out back And you and your niggas is rats Keep a blunt to my lips like Pat And I used to be screwed like Pat Had a little taste from that act' Late nights we'd ride in the 'Raq Mofucka right on my lap I shared the pint with Cap Drop a little deuce in my Fanta I need a four of that back He like "chill, you scored, that's mine" You wasn't in the hood You ain't have them east side stories, young boy that's mine Herb you ain't droppin' on time Nigga I changed my mind Don't know if I'ma drop more shit 'fore I drop new shit Gotta make up my mind All on the pressure on Herbo, when you droppin' Swervo? Nigga gotta take my time All this fame, attention, got you hypnotized You done did some shit, now you talkin' emphasized I just get that money, it keep me energized And by any means you violate, get penalized (uh) Best look me in the eyes (uh) Want beef, get tenderized (uh) I see the bitch in your eyes All that talkin' get minimized (uh) Gotta watch the feds, they say we runnin' an enterprise (what?) Niggas go rat and go back with they set, you already been advised (uh) I ain't got nothin' to say Ain't thinkin' bout none of you niggas, it's dinner time (uh) I been saving that shit like it's the winter time (time) Yeah it's winter time (nigga, the winter time) Neck on winter time (ice on winter time) Just kept on sprinting on niggas way past the finish line (uh)
i still don’t get to this day why people get cut when tiktok gets put on by songs. like bro, shouldn’t you be happy that the song is getting recognised and becoming more popular? people so childish lmao
