Bitch, I went ghost mode, lil' bitch so pretty, she show me her titties, I swear that she is
A throat goat, In a S550, bitch, come get up with me, we
Finna make lil' brudda go home On the way to the city, I didn't even tell
Her, she already know cause I'm him I ain't showin' no pity, we catch him and
Spank him, we got a shoot above the rim, mm-hmm
Boutta go Patek Philippe with baguettes, shit still, gon' hit in the dim, mm-hmm
You know, I'm not a regular person, lil' baby, I'm not one of them, mm-hmm
Old bitch mad, I hopped in my bag, now wanna try and be friends, mm-hmm
I put them racks in the bag every day, I walk around with Benjamin's
Man that shit just make me sick Start doin' good, they jump on dick
He said we jump, he uppin' blick, but never even shot a stick
That's that same old weird-ass nigga who gon' sit there and expose a bitch
Yeah, she did that shit first, but it takes a bitch to know a bitch
This and that all chitter-chat, but get in that field to show a bitch
And if it really come down to that moment, you ain't blowin' shit
Niggas on the outside lookin' in, not really knowin' shit
But bein' on the inside, lookin' out, I know you phony, bitch
Mm-hmm, talk to my mama, she said pray to God every night
Cause she know I'm a sin, mm-hmm
How you gon' be my brother? And I can't even trust you, gotta watch your own kin, mm-hmm
Grippin' that cutter, but I serve him knuckles, he play then he gone in the wind, mm-hmm
Diamonds yellow like mustard, I guess niggas must heard that I was goin' for the win, mm-hmm
The birds, they flockin' together, we catch us a shark, and we takin' his fin, mm-hmm
I was f*cked up when my brudda died, lil' nigga, I'm not gon' pretend, mm-hmm
Got my uncle in a hole, he can't even use a paper or a pen, mm-hmm
It's another week, grab another load, tryna figure out how I'ma spend, mm-hmm
F*ck it, I talk to God every night, but I get on the beat like a devil and sin, mm-hmm
Don't do no talkin', you say you gon' do me somethin', then I'm just tryin' to bend, mm-hmm
She ain't f*ck with a nigga like me before, and I know that she can't, mm-hmm
Cause I'm the same young nigga who crash in a Tesla and go copped a Benz, mm-hmm
Bitch think she played me, but I sent my brudda to f*ck on her friend, mm-hmm
Nigga was so broke, but I was fifteen, counted up a ten, mm-hmm
Nigga take me as a joke, I'll get my brudda, make his ass float
Glock, Gen 5, tucked in a coat, pussy like the ocean, gotta bring a boat
Think he harder than me, must be doin' coke, wearin' Robins for jeans, nigga, I'm the GOAT
Kill a nigga fast if he crack a four, say he gettin' racks, nigga, you is broke
I started this shit, niggas take my flow, sippin' on that drop, got me movin' slow
Claim that you a gangsta, nigga, you ain't blow
I done touched a hundred, nigga, I was poor
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Bitch, I went ghost mode, lil' bitch so pretty, she show me her titties, I swear that she is
A throat goat, In a S550, bitch, come get up with me, we
Finna make lil' brudda go home On the way to the city, I didn't even tell
Her, she already know cause I'm him I ain't showin' no pity, we catch him and
Spank him, we got a shoot above the rim, mm-hmm
Boutta go Patek Philippe with baguettes, shit still, gon' hit in the dim, mm-hmm
You know, I'm not a regular person, lil' baby, I'm not one of them, mm-hmm
Old bitch mad, I hopped in my bag, now wanna try and be friends, mm-hmm
I put them racks in the bag every day, I walk around with Benjamin's
Man that shit just make me sick Start doin' good, they jump on dick
He said we jump, he uppin' blick, but never even shot a stick
That's that same old weird-ass nigga who gon' sit there and expose a bitch
Yeah, she did that shit first, but it takes a bitch to know a bitch
This and that all chitter-chat, but get in that field to show a bitch
And if it really come down to that moment, you ain't blowin' shit
Niggas on the outside lookin' in, not really knowin' shit
But bein' on the inside, lookin' out, I know you phony, bitch
Mm-hmm, talk to my mama, she said pray to God every night
Cause she know I'm a sin, mm-hmm
How you gon' be my brother? And I can't even trust you, gotta watch your own kin, mm-hmm
Grippin' that cutter, but I serve him knuckles, he play then he gone in the wind, mm-hmm
Diamonds yellow like mustard, I guess niggas must heard that I was goin' for the win, mm-hmm
The birds, they flockin' together, we catch us a shark, and we takin' his fin, mm-hmm
I was f*cked up when my brudda died, lil' nigga, I'm not gon' pretend, mm-hmm
Got my uncle in a hole, he can't even use a paper or a pen, mm-hmm
It's another week, grab another load, tryna figure out how I'ma spend, mm-hmm
F*ck it, I talk to God every night, but I get on the beat like a devil and sin, mm-hmm
Don't do no talkin', you say you gon' do me somethin', then I'm just tryin' to bend, mm-hmm
She ain't f*ck with a nigga like me before, and I know that she can't, mm-hmm
Cause I'm the same young nigga who crash in a Tesla and go copped a Benz, mm-hmm
Bitch think she played me, but I sent my brudda to f*ck on her friend, mm-hmm
Nigga was so broke, but I was fifteen, counted up a ten, mm-hmm
Nigga take me as a joke, I'll get my brudda, make his ass float
Glock, Gen 5, tucked in a coat, pussy like the ocean, gotta bring a boat
Think he harder than me, must be doin' coke, wearin' Robins for jeans, nigga, I'm the GOAT
Kill a nigga fast if he crack a four, say he gettin' racks, nigga, you is broke
I started this shit, niggas take my flow, sippin' on that drop, got me movin' slow
Claim that you a gangsta, nigga, you ain't blow
I done touched a hundred, nigga, I was poor
A throat goat, In a S550, bitch, come get up with me, we
Finna make lil' brudda go home On the way to the city, I didn't even tell
Her, she already know cause I'm him I ain't showin' no pity, we catch him and
Spank him, we got a shoot above the rim, mm-hmm
Boutta go Patek Philippe with baguettes, shit still, gon' hit in the dim, mm-hmm
You know, I'm not a regular person, lil' baby, I'm not one of them, mm-hmm
Old bitch mad, I hopped in my bag, now wanna try and be friends, mm-hmm
I put them racks in the bag every day, I walk around with Benjamin's
Man that shit just make me sick Start doin' good, they jump on dick
He said we jump, he uppin' blick, but never even shot a stick
That's that same old weird-ass nigga who gon' sit there and expose a bitch
Yeah, she did that shit first, but it takes a bitch to know a bitch
This and that all chitter-chat, but get in that field to show a bitch
And if it really come down to that moment, you ain't blowin' shit
Niggas on the outside lookin' in, not really knowin' shit
But bein' on the inside, lookin' out, I know you phony, bitch
Mm-hmm, talk to my mama, she said pray to God every night
Cause she know I'm a sin, mm-hmm
How you gon' be my brother? And I can't even trust you, gotta watch your own kin, mm-hmm
Grippin' that cutter, but I serve him knuckles, he play then he gone in the wind, mm-hmm
Diamonds yellow like mustard, I guess niggas must heard that I was goin' for the win, mm-hmm
The birds, they flockin' together, we catch us a shark, and we takin' his fin, mm-hmm
I was f*cked up when my brudda died, lil' nigga, I'm not gon' pretend, mm-hmm
Got my uncle in a hole, he can't even use a paper or a pen, mm-hmm
It's another week, grab another load, tryna figure out how I'ma spend, mm-hmm
F*ck it, I talk to God every night, but I get on the beat like a devil and sin, mm-hmm
Don't do no talkin', you say you gon' do me somethin', then I'm just tryin' to bend, mm-hmm
She ain't f*ck with a nigga like me before, and I know that she can't, mm-hmm
Cause I'm the same young nigga who crash in a Tesla and go copped a Benz, mm-hmm
Bitch think she played me, but I sent my brudda to f*ck on her friend, mm-hmm
Nigga was so broke, but I was fifteen, counted up a ten, mm-hmm
Nigga take me as a joke, I'll get my brudda, make his ass float
Glock, Gen 5, tucked in a coat, pussy like the ocean, gotta bring a boat
Think he harder than me, must be doin' coke, wearin' Robins for jeans, nigga, I'm the GOAT
Kill a nigga fast if he crack a four, say he gettin' racks, nigga, you is broke
I started this shit, niggas take my flow, sippin' on that drop, got me movin' slow
Claim that you a gangsta, nigga, you ain't blow
I done touched a hundred, nigga, I was poor
Writer: Semon Craddock
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