Mitch (feat. Keyz Diddy)
I go hard in the paint i keep my heat like I'm Bosh
I got some problems wit some niggas and they cannot be squashed
Carolina Greedy nigga know my set like the mob
All that posin like an opp gonna get yo ass popped
Now who want smoke
Brand new F&N came with a laser and a scope
Equip that bitch wit titties hit yo blocc and let her blow
These niggas look the part but they pussy and they broke
Ain't never sold a gram they never even kicced a door
I don't get em they some clowns and I can't feel em
I'll die bout my respect so if you try me Imma kill ya
From the cradle to the grave Imma be one of the real ones
Murder always on my mind but I be Thnikin' bout my children
In the wake of my demise you'll realize I'm a GOAT
My bitch a freak she get wet when I grab her by the throat
She be tryin' not to gag but when she succ it she gone choke
And when I spoil her wit that bag is when she love Greedy the most
No cap we all about a dolla we be road runnin for checcs
Me and Boi Rippa got now my youngin' Peso he got next
We got money pounds and ammo and we drug rich without Hect
Been a threat out in that field
Bitch I'm a seasoned vet
My heart done turned stone cold don't trust a soul I'm on my shit
These niggas be so bold you hit rocc bottom they'll try yo bitch
How the fucc you feel you solid you went in that room and snitched
I live and die behind this shit no I could neva switch
I been hustlin' all my life I feel like money makin' Mitch
If she fucc off Imma drop her I can't trip about no bitch
I ain't fuccin wit no move unless it's gonna get me rich
I put that on my soul cause they don't make em built like this
They don't make em built like this
I feel like mitch up in this bitch
I need my money paid in full, you know I'm all about my chips
You ole Rico ass nigga I shoulda known that you would switch
But let's jus switch the topic Stay On Go gon make us rich
I'm in my bag I ain't worried bout no hoe or bout no bitch
If I wanted too I would pay a toll to get you hit
You had the chance to do somethin'
But you froze up like a bitch
Yeah I'm laid back but you gotta know I'm wit the shits
Send the racks out to get the bags in i need my money on the front and the back end
I make money motherfucker I don't make friends
Shit I'm still gettin' paid from my last win
Switch it up Ace Boogie drop the price on em
Play wit my money then you playin wit your life homie
Sub-zero walk around wit the ice on me
You claimed you faithful but i wouldn't roll the dice on it
If you ain't talkin' money then I'm anti boy
We slangin' white tees like we bout to start a franchise boy
I'll pour up the lean if I'm rockin' witcha
If you got that gas I'm shoppin' witcha
Cut out the middle man get em out the picture
I can't build if I can't make profit witcha nigga
My heart done turned stone cold don't trust a soul I'm on my shit
These niggas be so bold you hit rocc bottom they'll try yo bitch
How the fucc you feel you solid you went in that room and snitched
I live and die behind this shit no I could neva switch
I been hustlin' all my life I feel like money makin' Mitch
If she fucc off Imma drop her I can't trip about no bitch
I ain't fuccin wit no move unless it's gonna get me rich
I put that on my soul cause they don't make em built like this
I got some problems wit some niggas and they cannot be squashed
Carolina Greedy nigga know my set like the mob
All that posin like an opp gonna get yo ass popped
Now who want smoke
Brand new F&N came with a laser and a scope
Equip that bitch wit titties hit yo blocc and let her blow
These niggas look the part but they pussy and they broke
Ain't never sold a gram they never even kicced a door
I don't get em they some clowns and I can't feel em
I'll die bout my respect so if you try me Imma kill ya
From the cradle to the grave Imma be one of the real ones
Murder always on my mind but I be Thnikin' bout my children
In the wake of my demise you'll realize I'm a GOAT
My bitch a freak she get wet when I grab her by the throat
She be tryin' not to gag but when she succ it she gone choke
And when I spoil her wit that bag is when she love Greedy the most
No cap we all about a dolla we be road runnin for checcs
Me and Boi Rippa got now my youngin' Peso he got next
We got money pounds and ammo and we drug rich without Hect
Been a threat out in that field
Bitch I'm a seasoned vet
My heart done turned stone cold don't trust a soul I'm on my shit
These niggas be so bold you hit rocc bottom they'll try yo bitch
How the fucc you feel you solid you went in that room and snitched
I live and die behind this shit no I could neva switch
I been hustlin' all my life I feel like money makin' Mitch
If she fucc off Imma drop her I can't trip about no bitch
I ain't fuccin wit no move unless it's gonna get me rich
I put that on my soul cause they don't make em built like this
They don't make em built like this
I feel like mitch up in this bitch
I need my money paid in full, you know I'm all about my chips
You ole Rico ass nigga I shoulda known that you would switch
But let's jus switch the topic Stay On Go gon make us rich
I'm in my bag I ain't worried bout no hoe or bout no bitch
If I wanted too I would pay a toll to get you hit
You had the chance to do somethin'
But you froze up like a bitch
Yeah I'm laid back but you gotta know I'm wit the shits
Send the racks out to get the bags in i need my money on the front and the back end
I make money motherfucker I don't make friends
Shit I'm still gettin' paid from my last win
Switch it up Ace Boogie drop the price on em
Play wit my money then you playin wit your life homie
Sub-zero walk around wit the ice on me
You claimed you faithful but i wouldn't roll the dice on it
If you ain't talkin' money then I'm anti boy
We slangin' white tees like we bout to start a franchise boy
I'll pour up the lean if I'm rockin' witcha
If you got that gas I'm shoppin' witcha
Cut out the middle man get em out the picture
I can't build if I can't make profit witcha nigga
My heart done turned stone cold don't trust a soul I'm on my shit
These niggas be so bold you hit rocc bottom they'll try yo bitch
How the fucc you feel you solid you went in that room and snitched
I live and die behind this shit no I could neva switch
I been hustlin' all my life I feel like money makin' Mitch
If she fucc off Imma drop her I can't trip about no bitch
I ain't fuccin wit no move unless it's gonna get me rich
I put that on my soul cause they don't make em built like this
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Writer(s): Demetrius Welton
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