Industry
Fuck wrong with a nigga, man?
You know I'm sayin', nigga trippin'
But he gon' respect something, ya heard me?
Say, Chop, I'ma run this bitch like this, look, check this out, look
Everybody wanna see me down
Full of tabs while I'm ridin' 'round
Catch a nigga slippin' out of bounds
Hit up Uncle Will, he got the pounds
Used to count me out and now they lost count
I can write a check and make the bank bounce
Got the safe, mother-fuck a bank account
Broke my heart, what the fuck you thinkin' 'bout?
I'm the one these niggas hating on
Yeah, I'm finna blow, I feel it (For real)
Never did a bitch nigga none, don't know why these niggas trippin' (Yeah)
Never let a nigga tip me, stand tall on my tippies
Used to smoke weed, switched up
Now, the X got a nigga trippin'
Yeah, a nigga with the gang
All you pussy niggas lame
Sneak dissing on them songs
All that bullshit entertain (For real)
I been tryna maintain, tryna stay in my lane
I don't do it for the fame
Pussy, you should be ashamed!
I know what's up with you, nigga
I never fucked with you, nigga
I would've bust for you, nigga
I put my trust in you, nigga
Now, I can't fuck with you, nigga
Had me lookin' for ya cousin, he wanted to kill ya
I put a 30 up under my pistol
Your sister swallowed nut, so I never kissed her
But I fuck with her, so I never dissed her
You a bitch, I know the real you
You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you
Never let a nigga steal you
Switched up, I can't feel you
You a bitch, I know the real you
You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you
Never let a nigga steal you
Switched up, I can't feel you
Why the fuck a nigga hating on me? Never did none to him
Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry
Got a deal, but for what, though?
Everything you doing I done did it
Baton Rogue my city
Fuck nigga in his feelings
Pussy nigga steady talkin' down, why a nigga sneak dissing?
If you a man, come at me direct and watch a nigga be missin'
I ain't with the tongue-wrestling
I don't wanna rap beef with ya
Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it
Boy, I'm still in the streets with it
Watch a nigga be missing
Soon as a nigga make the news, they gon' holler we trippin'
Yeah, TBG did it
Yeah, Double-G did it
On the 'Gram like you really with it
Look at Lil One, he trippin'
I remember Three, nigga
Yeah, you remember me, nigga
Steady hollering: "YoungBoy was tripping!"
You ain't wanna beef with me
Yeah, Montana straight, but he know what's up
You can't pay a nigga to come fuck with us
If a nigga try, he gon' bite the dust
He get out of line, I'ma light him up
Killers on my team, streets know it
Y'all niggas worser than hoes
Play pussy and get exposed
Money on my head, still doing shows
Pull up in the hood, solo
I can't fuck with no broke hoes
Without a deal, I'm still signed
Bank account on overload
Why the fuck a nigga hating on me? Never did none to him
Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry
Got a deal, but for what, though?
Everything you doing I done did it
Baton Rogue my city
Fuck nigga in his feelings (I swear)
Pussy nigga steady talkin' down, why a nigga sneak dissing?
If you a man, come at me direct and watch a nigga be missin'
I ain't with the tongue-wrestling
I don't wanna rap beef with ya
Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it
You know I'm sayin', nigga trippin'
But he gon' respect something, ya heard me?
Say, Chop, I'ma run this bitch like this, look, check this out, look
Everybody wanna see me down
Full of tabs while I'm ridin' 'round
Catch a nigga slippin' out of bounds
Hit up Uncle Will, he got the pounds
Used to count me out and now they lost count
I can write a check and make the bank bounce
Got the safe, mother-fuck a bank account
Broke my heart, what the fuck you thinkin' 'bout?
I'm the one these niggas hating on
Yeah, I'm finna blow, I feel it (For real)
Never did a bitch nigga none, don't know why these niggas trippin' (Yeah)
Never let a nigga tip me, stand tall on my tippies
Used to smoke weed, switched up
Now, the X got a nigga trippin'
Yeah, a nigga with the gang
All you pussy niggas lame
Sneak dissing on them songs
All that bullshit entertain (For real)
I been tryna maintain, tryna stay in my lane
I don't do it for the fame
Pussy, you should be ashamed!
I know what's up with you, nigga
I never fucked with you, nigga
I would've bust for you, nigga
I put my trust in you, nigga
Now, I can't fuck with you, nigga
Had me lookin' for ya cousin, he wanted to kill ya
I put a 30 up under my pistol
Your sister swallowed nut, so I never kissed her
But I fuck with her, so I never dissed her
You a bitch, I know the real you
You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you
Never let a nigga steal you
Switched up, I can't feel you
You a bitch, I know the real you
You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you
Never let a nigga steal you
Switched up, I can't feel you
Why the fuck a nigga hating on me? Never did none to him
Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry
Got a deal, but for what, though?
Everything you doing I done did it
Baton Rogue my city
Fuck nigga in his feelings
Pussy nigga steady talkin' down, why a nigga sneak dissing?
If you a man, come at me direct and watch a nigga be missin'
I ain't with the tongue-wrestling
I don't wanna rap beef with ya
Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it
Boy, I'm still in the streets with it
Watch a nigga be missing
Soon as a nigga make the news, they gon' holler we trippin'
Yeah, TBG did it
Yeah, Double-G did it
On the 'Gram like you really with it
Look at Lil One, he trippin'
I remember Three, nigga
Yeah, you remember me, nigga
Steady hollering: "YoungBoy was tripping!"
You ain't wanna beef with me
Yeah, Montana straight, but he know what's up
You can't pay a nigga to come fuck with us
If a nigga try, he gon' bite the dust
He get out of line, I'ma light him up
Killers on my team, streets know it
Y'all niggas worser than hoes
Play pussy and get exposed
Money on my head, still doing shows
Pull up in the hood, solo
I can't fuck with no broke hoes
Without a deal, I'm still signed
Bank account on overload
Why the fuck a nigga hating on me? Never did none to him
Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry
Got a deal, but for what, though?
Everything you doing I done did it
Baton Rogue my city
Fuck nigga in his feelings (I swear)
Pussy nigga steady talkin' down, why a nigga sneak dissing?
If you a man, come at me direct and watch a nigga be missin'
I ain't with the tongue-wrestling
I don't wanna rap beef with ya
Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Marlon Clark
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