Afghan
(Plugg!)
All this green on me nigga like I'm playing for the Jets
I said I'd rather make a mess than make a mess
All this green on me nigga like I'm playing for the Jets
You keep shakin' on me, you ain't get a check (not a what?)
Not a check (not a what?), not a check (not a what?)
You keep shakin' on me, you ain't get a check (not a what?)
Not a check (broke bitch), not a check (stupid bitch)
I ain't cool with these niggas as is once was (what?)
They say they wanna see me dead, then nigga touch sum'
Big rings on me nigga, not no Funyuns
Smoke a big Backwood, Paul Bunyan's shit
I go to sleep, with the Patek Philippe on (water)
I told the bitch, go find another lil' cat so we can sleep on her
I want a nut, I don't give a fuck, I keep me like three phones (ringin'!)
We go 'n ate, she ordered a steak, home night and t-bone
You can keep on sleepin' they sleep on me like a xan (yea)
If these niggas want war, I turn this bitch Afghanistan (yea)
Wrapped a rag around my head, like I'm with the Taliban (want no war)
Have them photoshoot your block, they don't got no camera man (nah)
I'd rather make a mess than make a mess (all this, all this)
All this green on me nigga like I'm playing for the Jets
You keep shakin' on me, you ain't get a check (not a what?)
Not a check (not a what?), not a check (not a what?)
Ya, it's a lie, it's a hoax (ya)
I'm payin' 'em no attention, 'cause they bored and they broke
I be all about my green, like a fuckin' artichoke
In the streets they ain't nice, fuck what the teachers told me
(Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
Fuck what the teachers told me (yeah)
I'm through with showin' love, that's just what Alicia showed me (I swear)
I leave that pussy dead, guess I got the reaper on me
If I ain't in yo' ho, I'm at the studio with Mexiko
You can keep on sleepin' they sleep on me like a xan (what?)
If these niggas want war, I turn this bitch Afghanistan (huh?)
Wrapped a rag around my head, like I'm with the Taliban (yeah)
Have them photoshoot your block, they don't got no camera man (nah)
I'd rather make a mess than make a mess (make a mess)
All this green on me nigga like I'm playing for the Jets
You keep shakin' on me, you ain't get a check (not a what?)
Not a check (not a what), not a check (not a what?)
(Plugg!)
(Bitch!)
All this green on me nigga like I'm playing for the Jets
I said I'd rather make a mess than make a mess
All this green on me nigga like I'm playing for the Jets
You keep shakin' on me, you ain't get a check (not a what?)
Not a check (not a what?), not a check (not a what?)
You keep shakin' on me, you ain't get a check (not a what?)
Not a check (broke bitch), not a check (stupid bitch)
I ain't cool with these niggas as is once was (what?)
They say they wanna see me dead, then nigga touch sum'
Big rings on me nigga, not no Funyuns
Smoke a big Backwood, Paul Bunyan's shit
I go to sleep, with the Patek Philippe on (water)
I told the bitch, go find another lil' cat so we can sleep on her
I want a nut, I don't give a fuck, I keep me like three phones (ringin'!)
We go 'n ate, she ordered a steak, home night and t-bone
You can keep on sleepin' they sleep on me like a xan (yea)
If these niggas want war, I turn this bitch Afghanistan (yea)
Wrapped a rag around my head, like I'm with the Taliban (want no war)
Have them photoshoot your block, they don't got no camera man (nah)
I'd rather make a mess than make a mess (all this, all this)
All this green on me nigga like I'm playing for the Jets
You keep shakin' on me, you ain't get a check (not a what?)
Not a check (not a what?), not a check (not a what?)
Ya, it's a lie, it's a hoax (ya)
I'm payin' 'em no attention, 'cause they bored and they broke
I be all about my green, like a fuckin' artichoke
In the streets they ain't nice, fuck what the teachers told me
(Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)
Fuck what the teachers told me (yeah)
I'm through with showin' love, that's just what Alicia showed me (I swear)
I leave that pussy dead, guess I got the reaper on me
If I ain't in yo' ho, I'm at the studio with Mexiko
You can keep on sleepin' they sleep on me like a xan (what?)
If these niggas want war, I turn this bitch Afghanistan (huh?)
Wrapped a rag around my head, like I'm with the Taliban (yeah)
Have them photoshoot your block, they don't got no camera man (nah)
I'd rather make a mess than make a mess (make a mess)
All this green on me nigga like I'm playing for the Jets
You keep shakin' on me, you ain't get a check (not a what?)
Not a check (not a what), not a check (not a what?)
(Plugg!)
(Bitch!)
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Writer(s): Cameron Pitts, Joey Elebesunu
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