I Got To

Look, I can't put trust in a bitch
I can really only lust on a bitch
Tryna fuck on a bitch, give her something to sip
You the type of nigga really try to love on a bitch

Can't fuck with bitch with cash app in her bio
Might as well be begging for change, baby you big broke
No joke, it ain't even funny these hoes that broke
Stating facts, and they prolly saying I'm a asshole

You just wanna be tough, I just want some big cheese
Tay, Ally and DG, bitch we the big 3
Can't forget the 27, brody got 2 weapons
Think a nigga too sweet, leave you in the newsletter nigga

You got a bitch, I gotta fuck
I talk my shit, and back it up
I take it in, and stack it up
You ain't making shit, you hurting huh

All these pros, I got to stack something
All these hoes, I got to smack something
Called up bro, he got some hoes coming
They just chill with the gang and smoke something

Whether they like it or not, we winning
Real bosses ain't gotta talk, we listen
She so mad I ain't text back, she trippin
Told her I was gone call her back, I didn't

Got all 2 gram blunts it got wax in em
Thought you copped 2 bags of runts, I know you mad nigga
I scooped 2 bad bitches and blew thrax with em
Only took bout 2 minutes I had em both kissing

Nigga fuck a punchline, I'm talking my shit
I know you sick that you be flashing the cloudiest wrist
On south beach with a cigar and a model, she thick
Slide back to the city, right back to piling my chips

You got a bitch, I gotta fuck
I talk my shit, and back it up
I take it in, and stack it up
You ain't making shit, you hurting huh

All these pros, I got to stack something
All these hoes, I got to smack something
Called up bro, he got some hoes coming
They just chill with the gang and smoke something



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Writer(s): Jordan Alexander
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