Lyrics
Aye, yo bitch blowing up my phone
She let me tell the truth
'Cause mine getting on my nerves
I can't handle two
I remember rerocking niggas
Getting extras through
You know what the fuck going on, I say 22
Young nigga, with the same pull as a OG
Approach me
Talking rah rah I knock out four teeth
These niggas ratted out
Half of 'em be the police
Riding with the load on my way to meet Habibi
I'm smoking Sherbert and it
Mix with my cologne
Nigga mad 'cause his bitch rapping
Me when I come on
Everybody know that it's cheaper
When they home my niggas made me rap
Shit I had stopped making songs
But I can't stop what I'm doing
They ain't stop making phones
Know this lean ain't cool
Shit I'll stop it when I'm gone
Spent two-thousand on a coat
You in a hoodie looking bold
This time last year I was busy on the road
Somebody help that nigga out
Shit he out here looking lost
You can't put a nigga in position
Then you not a boss
In and out of Neiman Marcus
Used to shop at Last Call
Put a nigga in a hearse
All it take is one call i can't even shop
Shit I'm taking pictures in the mall
If it's bout some money then
I'm tryna get involved
I got years in this jugg
Most of this is new to y'all
Used to steal hall passes
Make sales in the hall
Aye, yo bitch blowing up my phone
She let me tell the truth
'Cause mine getting on my nerves
I can't handle two
I remember rerocking niggas
Getting extras through
You know what the fuck going on
I serve twenty-two
Young nigga, with the same pull as a OG
Approach me
Talking rah rah I knock out four teeth
These niggas ratted out
Half of 'em be the police
Riding with the load on my way to meet Habibi
I ain't hitting nothing like
You lil bum niggas
Sent a picture of the package told
The plug come get it
You was scared to jump off the porch
Nigga I was with it
I been throwing bitches in the garbage
Shit ridiculous
Riding through the hood smoking
Cookie with my villains
Whole game jugg & finesse for a living
Three-five in my wood
It might take a nigga with it
At Benihanas off the percs
Mad as hell I got to itching
You ain't on what I'm on
I ain't fucking with you niggas
I might buy up all the drank
& leave nothing for you niggas
You ain't got no money
You be all up under niggas
I'ma be the first to tell you
I ain't stressing bout no bitches
Just know if I sign
I got a check up out them niggas
On my VLONE shit with a
Choppa in the trenches these hoes love me
But I don't love these bitches
No limit when I shop
The price change yo opinion
Yeah, yo bitch blowing up my phone
She let me tell the truth
'Cause mine getting on my nerves
I can't handle two
I remember rerocking niggas
Getting extras through
You know what the fuck going on, I say
Young nigga, with the same pull as a
Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out
These niggas ratted out
Half of 'em be the police
Riding with the on my yeah
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