Stupid Rappers
All facts lil nigga huh
Ayy
My bitch a church girl so her shoes christian
Focused on beefing man niggas really act like children
I focus on money bitch big difference
You showed yo true colors nigga keep yo distance
Use to get rooms at the westin still keep my smith and
Now Its 5 star residential
Yeah 5 star dinners
5 star women
Workers work hard like they get paid off commission
Turn a 1 into a 3 like a mathmatiton
Don't need no new niggas yeah ain't no more additions
These niggas snitching they be giving out the whole discription
So I wont let nobody get close and see how I'm living
Yeah when you had that money you ain't save none
I'm the one that looked out when niggas changed up
Thinking to myself I should've been had his brains busted
Niggas was on lame stuff I ain't the same one
When you ain't got shit to give them
Niggas tend to get so forgetful
Trying to get with my dogs in this kennel
You ain't even got the right credentials
I Got work just make sure you bring utensils
Bad smart bitch she got potential
Ima buy you diamonds we gon switch the climate
You ain't got No M's nigga you can't sign me
I Got 2 twins and you know they siamese
Ima buy you diamonds we gon switch the climate
Yeah you ain't got no M's nigga you cant sign me
Yeah I Got 2 Twins and You Know They Siamese
G-Wagon lights look like they huh
G-Wagon lights look like blinking
Lil nigga I be with the demons
Looking at my chain what the fuck You thinking
A king is how they fucking treat me
I'm about my franklin's my bitch name aretha
I was searching for them keys I had to call alicia
Yeah they copy my work I should be a teacher
Its some shit that you ain't taught yo bitch that ima teach her
God take away my bad vibes and all my leachers
Yeah they doubted me at first I made them believers
Let you chase these hoes while I chase these chips
You need to stop hitting the road cause it ain't making sense
Cause every time yo ass get home boy you ain't got shit
Fuck you got going on what you making cents
What you stacking for some fendi
Stacking for a bentley
What You stacking for a chain
Stacking for a semi
To me it look like yo ass stacking for Some wendy's
Had to get rich My Lifestyle was philthy
Had to get rich My Lifestyle was philthy
Ayy
My bitch a church girl so her shoes christian
Focused on beefing man niggas really act like children
I focus on money bitch big difference
You showed yo true colors nigga keep yo distance
Use to get rooms at the westin still keep my smith and
Now Its 5 star residential
Yeah 5 star dinners
5 star women
Workers work hard like they get paid off commission
Turn a 1 into a 3 like a mathmatiton
Don't need no new niggas yeah ain't no more additions
These niggas snitching they be giving out the whole discription
So I wont let nobody get close and see how I'm living
Yeah when you had that money you ain't save none
I'm the one that looked out when niggas changed up
Thinking to myself I should've been had his brains busted
Niggas was on lame stuff I ain't the same one
When you ain't got shit to give them
Niggas tend to get so forgetful
Trying to get with my dogs in this kennel
You ain't even got the right credentials
I Got work just make sure you bring utensils
Bad smart bitch she got potential
Ima buy you diamonds we gon switch the climate
You ain't got No M's nigga you can't sign me
I Got 2 twins and you know they siamese
Ima buy you diamonds we gon switch the climate
Yeah you ain't got no M's nigga you cant sign me
Yeah I Got 2 Twins and You Know They Siamese
G-Wagon lights look like they huh
G-Wagon lights look like blinking
Lil nigga I be with the demons
Looking at my chain what the fuck You thinking
A king is how they fucking treat me
I'm about my franklin's my bitch name aretha
I was searching for them keys I had to call alicia
Yeah they copy my work I should be a teacher
Its some shit that you ain't taught yo bitch that ima teach her
God take away my bad vibes and all my leachers
Yeah they doubted me at first I made them believers
Let you chase these hoes while I chase these chips
You need to stop hitting the road cause it ain't making sense
Cause every time yo ass get home boy you ain't got shit
Fuck you got going on what you making cents
What you stacking for some fendi
Stacking for a bentley
What You stacking for a chain
Stacking for a semi
To me it look like yo ass stacking for Some wendy's
Had to get rich My Lifestyle was philthy
Had to get rich My Lifestyle was philthy
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