Jealousy (feat. Daylan Gideon)
Aye
I said I'm next up, bitch I'm next
I said I'm next up, bitch I'm next (Yeah, Yeah)
Daylan on the check in (Aye, aye)
I said I'm next up, bitch I'm next up
I ain't never been the nigga, with my chest up
Living broke and famous, I might have to flex up
Many hoes want rappers so they tryna press up
I done seen a lot of thangs, that don't really impress us
I just want my yes Julz next to my ex bruh
No time for a slut, gotta stay about my bucks
I might pull up to the function in a black uber truck
Chain on might tuck it, give a fuck about a budget
Ima run right through it like I'm T duckett
Ima flex when I wanna, Ima still get the Grammy
If I drop this rack, they gon drop them panties
Ima mobb county legend, Ima Atlanta vette
I ain't never been a bitch, put it on the whole set
Now everybody wanna fuck with a nigga now
But where was you when I was stuck, oh my nigga how
You gon have yo hands out, put yo hands down
I'm only Rollin with my main and my mans now
I never could understand when they see me now
It's like they want what I got or tryna be me now
Why everybody round me think they on shit
Riding other niggas waves, get yo own shit
Hella copy cattin niggas, hella clone shit
And yeah I did it on my own with my own click
Hoe bitch
I said I'm next up, bitch I'm next up
I ain't never been the nigga, with my chest up
Living broke and famous, I might have to flex up
Many hoes want rappers so they tryna press up
I done seen a lot of thangs, that don't really impress us
I just want my yes Julz next to my ex bruh
No time for a slut, gotta stay about my bucks
I might pull up to the function in a black uber truck
Aye, aye
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas man, they want what I got (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas got they hands in my pot (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas really want what I got
(Ohh)
Bitch I get your fucking hands out my pot
Fuck around with a nigga get popped
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas man, they want what I got (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas got they hands in my pot (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas really want what I got
(Ohh)
Bitch get your fucking hands out my pot
Fuck around with a nigga get popped
I said I'm next up, bitch I'm next up
I ain't never been the nigga, with my chest up
Living broke and famous, I might have to flex up
Many hoes want rappers so they tryna press up
I done seen a lot of thangs, that don't really impress us
I just want my yes Julz next to my ex bruh
No time for a slut, gotta stay about my bucks
I might pull up to the function in a black uber truck
Yeah, yeah, yeah
More money, more money, less problems
I'm still, in here, with my partners
More shots, more shots, grab a bottle
Less words, Less words, just swallow
Yeah I'm chilling in the function with my feet up
Yeah i walked in looking like a re-up
All these lil niggas want to be us, man y'all can't be us
Grabbed your baby mama, turned her too my mama sita
Aw man, aw man, boy ya'll know who I am
Goddamn, Goddamn, keep it moving like a fan
Tripple deuce the motto, got it tatted on my skin
All my hoes looking like, like they fucking twins
Yeah
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas man, they want what I got (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas got they hands in my pot (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas really want what I got (Ohh)
Bitch get your fucking hands out my pot
Fuck around with a nigga get popped
(Ohh)
I said I'm next up, bitch I'm next
I said I'm next up, bitch I'm next (Yeah, Yeah)
Daylan on the check in (Aye, aye)
I said I'm next up, bitch I'm next up
I ain't never been the nigga, with my chest up
Living broke and famous, I might have to flex up
Many hoes want rappers so they tryna press up
I done seen a lot of thangs, that don't really impress us
I just want my yes Julz next to my ex bruh
No time for a slut, gotta stay about my bucks
I might pull up to the function in a black uber truck
Chain on might tuck it, give a fuck about a budget
Ima run right through it like I'm T duckett
Ima flex when I wanna, Ima still get the Grammy
If I drop this rack, they gon drop them panties
Ima mobb county legend, Ima Atlanta vette
I ain't never been a bitch, put it on the whole set
Now everybody wanna fuck with a nigga now
But where was you when I was stuck, oh my nigga how
You gon have yo hands out, put yo hands down
I'm only Rollin with my main and my mans now
I never could understand when they see me now
It's like they want what I got or tryna be me now
Why everybody round me think they on shit
Riding other niggas waves, get yo own shit
Hella copy cattin niggas, hella clone shit
And yeah I did it on my own with my own click
Hoe bitch
I said I'm next up, bitch I'm next up
I ain't never been the nigga, with my chest up
Living broke and famous, I might have to flex up
Many hoes want rappers so they tryna press up
I done seen a lot of thangs, that don't really impress us
I just want my yes Julz next to my ex bruh
No time for a slut, gotta stay about my bucks
I might pull up to the function in a black uber truck
Aye, aye
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas man, they want what I got (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas got they hands in my pot (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas really want what I got
(Ohh)
Bitch I get your fucking hands out my pot
Fuck around with a nigga get popped
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas man, they want what I got (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas got they hands in my pot (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas really want what I got
(Ohh)
Bitch get your fucking hands out my pot
Fuck around with a nigga get popped
I said I'm next up, bitch I'm next up
I ain't never been the nigga, with my chest up
Living broke and famous, I might have to flex up
Many hoes want rappers so they tryna press up
I done seen a lot of thangs, that don't really impress us
I just want my yes Julz next to my ex bruh
No time for a slut, gotta stay about my bucks
I might pull up to the function in a black uber truck
Yeah, yeah, yeah
More money, more money, less problems
I'm still, in here, with my partners
More shots, more shots, grab a bottle
Less words, Less words, just swallow
Yeah I'm chilling in the function with my feet up
Yeah i walked in looking like a re-up
All these lil niggas want to be us, man y'all can't be us
Grabbed your baby mama, turned her too my mama sita
Aw man, aw man, boy ya'll know who I am
Goddamn, Goddamn, keep it moving like a fan
Tripple deuce the motto, got it tatted on my skin
All my hoes looking like, like they fucking twins
Yeah
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas man, they want what I got (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas got they hands in my pot (Ohh)
All these niggas want what I got
All these niggas really want what I got (Ohh)
Bitch get your fucking hands out my pot
Fuck around with a nigga get popped
(Ohh)
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Writer(s): Knowledge Allah
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