Politicking

I'm in the spot with some bad hoes I don't even know
Sat at the table surrounded by weed & I don't even smoke
I don't do "E" & I don't need "coke"
I don't need "lean" to sit in my throne
I speak my peace & I don't even choke
Ya'll pushing & shoving for clout now ya'll sounding like clones
"Run it up! Run it up!" I'm tired of hearing that
Talk about foreigns, well where the "Mclaren" at
Grew up aggressive - my heart, ain't no fear in that
Come with your team tryna check me, I'm clearing that
Going hard for a name, threw my hands for that
Might knock a fan out like, "What are you staring at?"
Spitting that potent, strawberry banana wraps
Somebody hotter than me?! I ain't hearing that
Thotties on me be kinky & all that
I hit from the back, crack an egg on her forehead
I'm flossing! I'm flossing! My drip is retarded
Like it's gonorrhea chlamydia sponsored
I'm tryna get a Black Maybach
Rolls Royce or a Big-Body Benz
So I need that money ASAP
Got a drive but the road a little rocky, ahhhhh
Six different rap styles, one man
I do it all for momma love, it's god's plan
Every time her son rise, her son is set
And he the same one that might get your son tanned
Everyday is son-day when her son reign
Like I'm a Seven Day Adventist, boy
Keep son name in ya mouth, hit your spouse mouth with triplets, boy

Ha Ha Ha Ha
You know who the fuck it is nigga
Jawny Bvnds & Ray Rav
If you don't know, you better act like you know! Stupid

Thank you for bring the old me out
'Cause the new me was really bugging me out
On some lovey dovey dovey shit
Always want to fall in love with a bitch
It was the time that I cut my wrist, now that I look back at that stupid shit
Saying that I was a stupid kid
Now that I'm older, I just want to be rich
I don't want to be buried in a ditch
The motto is "Fuck a Bitch"
I'm driving a brand new Benz
Pressing the gas with some brand new Timbs
Please do not trip 'cause the steelo
I still be moving the kilo
Kilo! Kilo! Kilo! Kilo!
Te crusa con migo te tiro lo tiro
I don't have mercy my heart is to frio
Dominican but I say "Fuck you!" in Creole
Them drugs that I carry, you know they're illegal
I'll sting yo bitch ass like a bee do
I'm always on point like a needle
I draw on yo ass like an eazle
Pop! Pop! Pop! There go the weasel
Pop! Pop! Pop! There go the weasel



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Writer(s): Raymond Louther
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