Gotta keep it on me, gotta push cause I'm p
I know these niggas gon' uh, I know these niggas gon' speak
I know these niggas gon' sick as shit to be sayin' on the internet to my face
Cause bitch, they ain't yo
I know that they hate how I look at em
When you open the Glock, throw a book at em
I won't speak on the shit that you took from me
But it hurt me inside how you shook at me
Why I ain't f*ckin' with you, I got five reasons
Put his ass up, it's slime season
You makin' them threats, they non-lethal
Bet not be f*ckin' with my people
Her body too pretty it stretched
Put on the casket, sweat
F*ck up your mind, baguettes
Lay down a dog, vet
And they don't even like how I flex
But you gotta come better than that
Put a rope on you now and forget
Make sure a bitch feel safe in your jet
Gotta take off your hat to the shooters
Gotta keep me and win, can't be losin
F*ck the haters, they know that they losin
And I always show love to the boosters
And I love to go f*ck up some diamonds
And f*ck up a check and then f*ck up the music
Gotta stay up in style like a Cuban
Keep it outside cause they know what they doin
Gotta stay solid, ain't lettin' em' change me
Like how is yall snitchin', that's crazy
My niggas find out I snitched they a hang me
Off the phone, my brothers stay dangerous
People playin', they real, they fakin
I can see this shit all in they faces
Once you tell someone no they be changin
Just give em' some time then come thank me
Know I was born, this earth wasn't ready
People way too fake, can't take it
Can't let that hate shit phase me
Bitch swear she bad, she basic
But I pat on her ass, I'm p
And I'm way too player dont speak
And she wishin' her nigga was me
But the nigga can't be like me
I know that they hate how I look at em
When you open the Glock, throw a book at em
I won't speak on the shit that you took from me
But it hurt me inside, how you shook at me
Why I ain't f*ckin' with you, I got five reasons
Put his ass up, it's slime season
You makin' them threats, they non-lethal
Bet not be f*ckin' with my people
Her body too pretty it stretch
Put on the casket, sweat
F*ck up your mind, baguettes
Lay down a dog, vet
And they don't even like how I flex
But you gotta come better than that
Put a rope on you now and forget
Shit, I bet you feel safe in your jet
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Gotta keep it on me, gotta push cause I'm p
I know these niggas gon' uh, I know these niggas gon' speak
I know these niggas gon' sick as shit to be sayin' on the internet to my face
Cause bitch, they ain't yo
I know that they hate how I look at em
When you open the Glock, throw a book at em
I won't speak on the shit that you took from me
But it hurt me inside how you shook at me
Why I ain't f*ckin' with you, I got five reasons
Put his ass up, it's slime season
You makin' them threats, they non-lethal
Bet not be f*ckin' with my people
Her body too pretty it stretched
Put on the casket, sweat
F*ck up your mind, baguettes
Lay down a dog, vet
And they don't even like how I flex
But you gotta come better than that
Put a rope on you now and forget
Make sure a bitch feel safe in your jet
Gotta take off your hat to the shooters
Gotta keep me and win, can't be losin
F*ck the haters, they know that they losin
And I always show love to the boosters
And I love to go f*ck up some diamonds
And f*ck up a check and then f*ck up the music
Gotta stay up in style like a Cuban
Keep it outside cause they know what they doin
Gotta stay solid, ain't lettin' em' change me
Like how is yall snitchin', that's crazy
My niggas find out I snitched they a hang me
Off the phone, my brothers stay dangerous
People playin', they real, they fakin
I can see this shit all in they faces
Once you tell someone no they be changin
Just give em' some time then come thank me
Know I was born, this earth wasn't ready
People way too fake, can't take it
Can't let that hate shit phase me
Bitch swear she bad, she basic
But I pat on her ass, I'm p
And I'm way too player dont speak
And she wishin' her nigga was me
But the nigga can't be like me
I know that they hate how I look at em
When you open the Glock, throw a book at em
I won't speak on the shit that you took from me
But it hurt me inside, how you shook at me
Why I ain't f*ckin' with you, I got five reasons
Put his ass up, it's slime season
You makin' them threats, they non-lethal
Bet not be f*ckin' with my people
Her body too pretty it stretch
Put on the casket, sweat
F*ck up your mind, baguettes
Lay down a dog, vet
And they don't even like how I flex
But you gotta come better than that
Put a rope on you now and forget
Shit, I bet you feel safe in your jet
I know these niggas gon' uh, I know these niggas gon' speak
I know these niggas gon' sick as shit to be sayin' on the internet to my face
Cause bitch, they ain't yo
I know that they hate how I look at em
When you open the Glock, throw a book at em
I won't speak on the shit that you took from me
But it hurt me inside how you shook at me
Why I ain't f*ckin' with you, I got five reasons
Put his ass up, it's slime season
You makin' them threats, they non-lethal
Bet not be f*ckin' with my people
Her body too pretty it stretched
Put on the casket, sweat
F*ck up your mind, baguettes
Lay down a dog, vet
And they don't even like how I flex
But you gotta come better than that
Put a rope on you now and forget
Make sure a bitch feel safe in your jet
Gotta take off your hat to the shooters
Gotta keep me and win, can't be losin
F*ck the haters, they know that they losin
And I always show love to the boosters
And I love to go f*ck up some diamonds
And f*ck up a check and then f*ck up the music
Gotta stay up in style like a Cuban
Keep it outside cause they know what they doin
Gotta stay solid, ain't lettin' em' change me
Like how is yall snitchin', that's crazy
My niggas find out I snitched they a hang me
Off the phone, my brothers stay dangerous
People playin', they real, they fakin
I can see this shit all in they faces
Once you tell someone no they be changin
Just give em' some time then come thank me
Know I was born, this earth wasn't ready
People way too fake, can't take it
Can't let that hate shit phase me
Bitch swear she bad, she basic
But I pat on her ass, I'm p
And I'm way too player dont speak
And she wishin' her nigga was me
But the nigga can't be like me
I know that they hate how I look at em
When you open the Glock, throw a book at em
I won't speak on the shit that you took from me
But it hurt me inside, how you shook at me
Why I ain't f*ckin' with you, I got five reasons
Put his ass up, it's slime season
You makin' them threats, they non-lethal
Bet not be f*ckin' with my people
Her body too pretty it stretch
Put on the casket, sweat
F*ck up your mind, baguettes
Lay down a dog, vet
And they don't even like how I flex
But you gotta come better than that
Put a rope on you now and forget
Shit, I bet you feel safe in your jet
Writer: Tremayne Mordica
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid