Won't Say Nun
Why all dese niggas
Run to they bitches
When they got sum to say to me
Leaving yo ass crying
You feel like you dying
Cause you bitch wanna fuck wit me
Get off my phone
Don't wanna hear whining
Pass him a Kleenex please
Yo' bitch here at home
I know that you know
You won't say nun to me
I know this nigga
That try to perpetrate
A person he ain't
A real nigga gon'
Recognize fake
A real nigga put food on his plate
But the case for you is a lil different
Cause me and you move a lil different
I can stand tall wit no weapon
If a nigga ran up den i slept em
But i gotta pole
Like my name heavy metal
Based on the facts
That i know
I'm finna put 2 and 2 together
I already know you a hoe
You went on yo bitch phone
And blocked me or whatever
Aye
Keep it cool keep it clever
Cause me and yo bitch we textin'
And if you go look in the messages
She ready to please me whenever
Sneak dissin' on Snapchat
Boy i don't dat
I Know where you sleep at
Act like i won't use dat
Swear to God you a hoe boy
Youn want no smoke boy
Lame ass nigga make no noise
Stay yo ass home boy
Here's where it's finna add up
Let's do math
I started my wave
And couple of days
You followed my path
You laugh in my face
Behind yo phone
You finna spazz
Went from rat to snake
In a matter of days
And that shit is trash
Run to they bitches
When they got sum to say to me
Leaving yo ass crying
You feel like you dying
Cause you bitch wanna fuck wit me
Get off my phone
Don't wanna hear whining
Pass him a Kleenex please
Yo' bitch here at home
I know that you know
You won't say nun to me
I know this nigga
That try to perpetrate
A person he ain't
A real nigga gon'
Recognize fake
A real nigga put food on his plate
But the case for you is a lil different
Cause me and you move a lil different
I can stand tall wit no weapon
If a nigga ran up den i slept em
But i gotta pole
Like my name heavy metal
Based on the facts
That i know
I'm finna put 2 and 2 together
I already know you a hoe
You went on yo bitch phone
And blocked me or whatever
Aye
Keep it cool keep it clever
Cause me and yo bitch we textin'
And if you go look in the messages
She ready to please me whenever
Sneak dissin' on Snapchat
Boy i don't dat
I Know where you sleep at
Act like i won't use dat
Swear to God you a hoe boy
Youn want no smoke boy
Lame ass nigga make no noise
Stay yo ass home boy
Here's where it's finna add up
Let's do math
I started my wave
And couple of days
You followed my path
You laugh in my face
Behind yo phone
You finna spazz
Went from rat to snake
In a matter of days
And that shit is trash
Credits
Writer(s): Almighty Skrilla
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