F$$k Em
Niggas hate I'm on my Pac shit I ain't mad at ya
I put work in caskets I feel like Johnny Tapia
Sold out dates no gunna these packs won't sell they self tho
You look out for them but where they at when you need help tho
Its fuck them niggas fuck them niggas I don't need em
It was signs there I just aint wanna believe em
Fuck these bitches fuck these hoes they ain't
See a nigga get a bag then she all on his dick fuck that shit
Niggas ain't did shit for me quick to act like I need them
I was down starving pockets broke now they want me to feed them
Nigga fuk yal on my dead homies
Tryna get to the bred homie
Never cared what a nigga thought long as his bitch know me
N fuck her too kuz she fuck wit ya n wanna tell me all of bullshit
Ain't doctor Phil I'm doctor dick I just wanna hit n that's it
Hit the Trap Like suicides going back n forth wind sprints
Niggas prayed for my downfall them same niggas ain't win since
Make a plan see it through keep it tucked don't let the plan out
Grabbed nicks I ain't fuckin need it was just to help my mans out
I ain't bragging either but niggas niggas fakes
Bank like TD but niggas know I don't Fuk wit jakes
Samuel L on that fuckin plane kuz I'm tired of all these fuckin snakes
These hoes all in the mix's those all fulla shit
On ig tryna get cuffed real life go from dick to dick
You got ya picks knt no trust in you kuz you would switch
Them niggas Patrick ewuing thinking they gon win wit nicks
Niggas hate I'm on my Pac shit I ain't mad at ya
I put work in caskets I feel like Johnny Tapia
Sold out dates no gunna these packs won't sell they self tho
You look out for them but where they at when you need help tho
Its fuck them niggas fuck them niggas I don't need em
It was signs there I just aint wanna believe em
Fuck these bitches fuck these hoes they ain't
See a nigga get a bag then she all on his dick fuck that shit
Bitch I don't give a fuck what a person gotta say
Ever fuckin day I wake up I know I gotta make a play
24 hours in a day
Tryna reup everyday
Thinking back when a nigga was fucked up how ima make a play
Who tf is these niggas ion know dem
They don't know me
Bitch don't speak
We gon eat fuck I mean every fuckin word I speak
Don't give a fuck know my lane play the cut count up in the tuck
Ripping running got my Forces scuffed prayed for this wasn't nothing luck
Got stopped on a goofy charge paid 6 to get me out that
Been down bounced back bad bitch tell her bounce dat
Took train out to Jersey had to bring more than ounce back
Bagged it up at my man crib I was getting high off the zaps
Hit the block wit the biggest dimes took deals niggas doing cash apps
Hit my plug for a few more Now my gas house where I'm back at
On my Smooth old school on that caddy shit
Mack daddy shit but my level is too elaborate
Niggas hate I'm on my Pac shit I ain't mad at ya
I put work in caskets I feel like Johnny Tapia
Sold out dates no gunna these packs won't sell they self tho
You look out for them but where they at when you need help tho
Its fuck them niggas fuck them niggas I don't need em
It was signs there I just aint wanna believe em
Fuck these bitches fuck these hoes they ain't
See a nigga get a bag then she all on his dick fuck that shit
I put work in caskets I feel like Johnny Tapia
Sold out dates no gunna these packs won't sell they self tho
You look out for them but where they at when you need help tho
Its fuck them niggas fuck them niggas I don't need em
It was signs there I just aint wanna believe em
Fuck these bitches fuck these hoes they ain't
See a nigga get a bag then she all on his dick fuck that shit
Niggas ain't did shit for me quick to act like I need them
I was down starving pockets broke now they want me to feed them
Nigga fuk yal on my dead homies
Tryna get to the bred homie
Never cared what a nigga thought long as his bitch know me
N fuck her too kuz she fuck wit ya n wanna tell me all of bullshit
Ain't doctor Phil I'm doctor dick I just wanna hit n that's it
Hit the Trap Like suicides going back n forth wind sprints
Niggas prayed for my downfall them same niggas ain't win since
Make a plan see it through keep it tucked don't let the plan out
Grabbed nicks I ain't fuckin need it was just to help my mans out
I ain't bragging either but niggas niggas fakes
Bank like TD but niggas know I don't Fuk wit jakes
Samuel L on that fuckin plane kuz I'm tired of all these fuckin snakes
These hoes all in the mix's those all fulla shit
On ig tryna get cuffed real life go from dick to dick
You got ya picks knt no trust in you kuz you would switch
Them niggas Patrick ewuing thinking they gon win wit nicks
Niggas hate I'm on my Pac shit I ain't mad at ya
I put work in caskets I feel like Johnny Tapia
Sold out dates no gunna these packs won't sell they self tho
You look out for them but where they at when you need help tho
Its fuck them niggas fuck them niggas I don't need em
It was signs there I just aint wanna believe em
Fuck these bitches fuck these hoes they ain't
See a nigga get a bag then she all on his dick fuck that shit
Bitch I don't give a fuck what a person gotta say
Ever fuckin day I wake up I know I gotta make a play
24 hours in a day
Tryna reup everyday
Thinking back when a nigga was fucked up how ima make a play
Who tf is these niggas ion know dem
They don't know me
Bitch don't speak
We gon eat fuck I mean every fuckin word I speak
Don't give a fuck know my lane play the cut count up in the tuck
Ripping running got my Forces scuffed prayed for this wasn't nothing luck
Got stopped on a goofy charge paid 6 to get me out that
Been down bounced back bad bitch tell her bounce dat
Took train out to Jersey had to bring more than ounce back
Bagged it up at my man crib I was getting high off the zaps
Hit the block wit the biggest dimes took deals niggas doing cash apps
Hit my plug for a few more Now my gas house where I'm back at
On my Smooth old school on that caddy shit
Mack daddy shit but my level is too elaborate
Niggas hate I'm on my Pac shit I ain't mad at ya
I put work in caskets I feel like Johnny Tapia
Sold out dates no gunna these packs won't sell they self tho
You look out for them but where they at when you need help tho
Its fuck them niggas fuck them niggas I don't need em
It was signs there I just aint wanna believe em
Fuck these bitches fuck these hoes they ain't
See a nigga get a bag then she all on his dick fuck that shit
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Writer(s): Roddy Fairco
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