We was down bad but now
The whole team at Ruth Chris
He done got the bag and gave
The whole team the blueprint
Haters looking sad
I done threw them boys a pass
Cuz they be typing mad
But when you see em
They don't do shit
With you right or wrong
You know I f*ck with you shawty
If you cross that line
You know it's up with you shawty
If you disrespect then I'm on go
Put that on my soul
She ain't bringing nothing
To the table but it's poking baby
Difference between a nigga
With some clout
And heavy motion baby
I ain't never healed from
All this trauma but I'm coping baby
Fix me like I'm broken
Come eat this dick
While I'm smoking baby
Now she going crazy
Plotted on the ones that
Underrate me
Now they over pay me
Baby I want the money
But it's f*ck fame
Mr run it up
And let my nuts hang
Deebo to these rappers
Nigga what chain
West up
Bitch ain't nothing change
But the funds range
Keep choosing em chosen
Ricky Fontaine
But I'm done playing
I ain't tryna chill til we treat
Them racks like chump change
We run it up
You tryna run game
This what slums made I'm here
We was down bad but now
The whole team at Ruth Chris
He done got the bag and gave
The whole team the blueprint
Haters looking sad
I done threw them boys a pass
Cuz they be typing mad
But when you see em
They don't do shit
With you right or wrong
You know I f*ck with you shawty
If you cross that line
You know it's up with you shawty
If you disrespect then I'm on go
Put that on my soul
Said I put that
On my soul homie
You done made me think yo ass
Was solid don't you fold on me
I done showed you how
The gang was rocking
Don't you roll on me
When the heat was on
Mane all them f*ck niggas
Froze on me
I should take em out
From fake accounts
They tryna troll on me
Trained to go and that's
Why he roll dollie
Ain't that bout a bitch
Mane half my haters is
My old homies
Subbing on the book
But you couldn't even hit
My phone brodie
But don't expose wodie
Just treat his ass like
You don't know em
But to my soldiers
On the front line
Steady ducking one time
Still one band one sound
Like this was drum line
Rabbit in the lunch line
You rappers gonna have to
Come outside again sometimes
Homie we was
We was down bad but now
The whole team at Ruth Chris
He done got the bag and gave
The whole team the blueprint
Haters looking sad
I done threw them boys a pass
Cuz they be typing mad
But when you see em
They don't do shit
With you right or wrong
You know I f*ck with you shawty
If you cross that line
You know it's up with you shawty
If you disrespect then I'm on go
Put that on my soul
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We was down bad but now
The whole team at Ruth Chris
He done got the bag and gave
The whole team the blueprint
Haters looking sad
I done threw them boys a pass
Cuz they be typing mad
But when you see em
They don't do shit
With you right or wrong
You know I f*ck with you shawty
If you cross that line
You know it's up with you shawty
If you disrespect then I'm on go
Put that on my soul
She ain't bringing nothing
To the table but it's poking baby
Difference between a nigga
With some clout
And heavy motion baby
I ain't never healed from
All this trauma but I'm coping baby
Fix me like I'm broken
Come eat this dick
While I'm smoking baby
Now she going crazy
Plotted on the ones that
Underrate me
Now they over pay me
Baby I want the money
But it's f*ck fame
Mr run it up
And let my nuts hang
Deebo to these rappers
Nigga what chain
West up
Bitch ain't nothing change
But the funds range
Keep choosing em chosen
Ricky Fontaine
But I'm done playing
I ain't tryna chill til we treat
Them racks like chump change
We run it up
You tryna run game
This what slums made I'm here
We was down bad but now
The whole team at Ruth Chris
He done got the bag and gave
The whole team the blueprint
Haters looking sad
I done threw them boys a pass
Cuz they be typing mad
But when you see em
They don't do shit
With you right or wrong
You know I f*ck with you shawty
If you cross that line
You know it's up with you shawty
If you disrespect then I'm on go
Put that on my soul
Said I put that
On my soul homie
You done made me think yo ass
Was solid don't you fold on me
I done showed you how
The gang was rocking
Don't you roll on me
When the heat was on
Mane all them f*ck niggas
Froze on me
I should take em out
From fake accounts
They tryna troll on me
Trained to go and that's
Why he roll dollie
Ain't that bout a bitch
Mane half my haters is
My old homies
Subbing on the book
But you couldn't even hit
My phone brodie
But don't expose wodie
Just treat his ass like
You don't know em
But to my soldiers
On the front line
Steady ducking one time
Still one band one sound
Like this was drum line
Rabbit in the lunch line
You rappers gonna have to
Come outside again sometimes
Homie we was
We was down bad but now
The whole team at Ruth Chris
He done got the bag and gave
The whole team the blueprint
Haters looking sad
I done threw them boys a pass
Cuz they be typing mad
But when you see em
They don't do shit
With you right or wrong
You know I f*ck with you shawty
If you cross that line
You know it's up with you shawty
If you disrespect then I'm on go
Put that on my soul
The whole team at Ruth Chris
He done got the bag and gave
The whole team the blueprint
Haters looking sad
I done threw them boys a pass
Cuz they be typing mad
But when you see em
They don't do shit
With you right or wrong
You know I f*ck with you shawty
If you cross that line
You know it's up with you shawty
If you disrespect then I'm on go
Put that on my soul
She ain't bringing nothing
To the table but it's poking baby
Difference between a nigga
With some clout
And heavy motion baby
I ain't never healed from
All this trauma but I'm coping baby
Fix me like I'm broken
Come eat this dick
While I'm smoking baby
Now she going crazy
Plotted on the ones that
Underrate me
Now they over pay me
Baby I want the money
But it's f*ck fame
Mr run it up
And let my nuts hang
Deebo to these rappers
Nigga what chain
West up
Bitch ain't nothing change
But the funds range
Keep choosing em chosen
Ricky Fontaine
But I'm done playing
I ain't tryna chill til we treat
Them racks like chump change
We run it up
You tryna run game
This what slums made I'm here
We was down bad but now
The whole team at Ruth Chris
He done got the bag and gave
The whole team the blueprint
Haters looking sad
I done threw them boys a pass
Cuz they be typing mad
But when you see em
They don't do shit
With you right or wrong
You know I f*ck with you shawty
If you cross that line
You know it's up with you shawty
If you disrespect then I'm on go
Put that on my soul
Said I put that
On my soul homie
You done made me think yo ass
Was solid don't you fold on me
I done showed you how
The gang was rocking
Don't you roll on me
When the heat was on
Mane all them f*ck niggas
Froze on me
I should take em out
From fake accounts
They tryna troll on me
Trained to go and that's
Why he roll dollie
Ain't that bout a bitch
Mane half my haters is
My old homies
Subbing on the book
But you couldn't even hit
My phone brodie
But don't expose wodie
Just treat his ass like
You don't know em
But to my soldiers
On the front line
Steady ducking one time
Still one band one sound
Like this was drum line
Rabbit in the lunch line
You rappers gonna have to
Come outside again sometimes
Homie we was
We was down bad but now
The whole team at Ruth Chris
He done got the bag and gave
The whole team the blueprint
Haters looking sad
I done threw them boys a pass
Cuz they be typing mad
But when you see em
They don't do shit
With you right or wrong
You know I f*ck with you shawty
If you cross that line
You know it's up with you shawty
If you disrespect then I'm on go
Put that on my soul
Writer: Mason Capel
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