No Adlibs
I be snappin' like I'm battle rappin'
And these niggas bitches never been a factor
I be ballin' like I been a raptor
I be making plays, I aint even trappin'
All these rappers ain't you tired of cappin'
Way before the braids I was really trappin'
Bro send it, Imma come and grab it
This that real gas, it'll have you laugin'
Tell a fuck nigga kick a pebble
Put him in a hole don't forget the shovel
Bitches drippin' when they see the bevel
If she wanna kick it give that bitch a peddle
Run a bag or get lapped up
Summer 15' I was racked up
12 mad can't track us
Cuz I had the P's in the back tucked
Had a lot of good memories
Then the friends turned into enemies
Now the hate turned to jealousy
I just laugh at these lil parodies
While i kick back my feet up
I was too cold time to heat up
Couple snake niggas had the heat up
Took a lil loss he ain't even buss
I ain't trippin' cuz a nigga chillin'
With the blue bucks like a nigga crippin'
I'm just really into money gettin'
I be steady winnin' I should get a ribbon
Bitches lickin' while I'm booty grippin'
Once I get it off, I ain't even hittin'
I ain't kissin' I just count my chip
And then a nigga dippin'
Cuz it's back to business
Runnin' shit and all you niggas limpin'
Bet you niggas wishin' you was really pimpin'
I'm just grinnin' cuz a nigga livin'
You could learn somethin' if you really listen
Used to burn one like I'm in the kitchen
Bitches turn up when I get to spittin'
This one for my niggas tryna get it
Tryna duck the system for a better livin'
And these niggas bitches never been a factor
I be ballin' like I been a raptor
I be making plays, I aint even trappin'
All these rappers ain't you tired of cappin'
Way before the braids I was really trappin'
Bro send it, Imma come and grab it
This that real gas, it'll have you laugin'
Tell a fuck nigga kick a pebble
Put him in a hole don't forget the shovel
Bitches drippin' when they see the bevel
If she wanna kick it give that bitch a peddle
Run a bag or get lapped up
Summer 15' I was racked up
12 mad can't track us
Cuz I had the P's in the back tucked
Had a lot of good memories
Then the friends turned into enemies
Now the hate turned to jealousy
I just laugh at these lil parodies
While i kick back my feet up
I was too cold time to heat up
Couple snake niggas had the heat up
Took a lil loss he ain't even buss
I ain't trippin' cuz a nigga chillin'
With the blue bucks like a nigga crippin'
I'm just really into money gettin'
I be steady winnin' I should get a ribbon
Bitches lickin' while I'm booty grippin'
Once I get it off, I ain't even hittin'
I ain't kissin' I just count my chip
And then a nigga dippin'
Cuz it's back to business
Runnin' shit and all you niggas limpin'
Bet you niggas wishin' you was really pimpin'
I'm just grinnin' cuz a nigga livin'
You could learn somethin' if you really listen
Used to burn one like I'm in the kitchen
Bitches turn up when I get to spittin'
This one for my niggas tryna get it
Tryna duck the system for a better livin'
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Gresham
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