So Serious
Mhm... hey...
Boys slid through the block and you told nigga
It was smoke then you uhh froze nigga
Big gun, make you strip she a gold digger
You ain't pimping you just fuckin on them hoe bitches
Going once, going twice, sold nigga
Got respect in my hood like a old nigga
Clout chasin I can see it on yo clothes nigga
Spent a band on them bottles and you still ain't get the hoes
Aye she give me neck, top, head and the dome
Nah this ain't a drop top, bitch I'm taking off the doors
Aye I can send you to yo God with this pole
How you tell the bitch to choose and get mad when she chose
Aye pipe down, pipe down, pipe down he wanna fight now
Pipe down, pipe down, pipe down we got the pipes round
Pipe down, yeah yo bitch was getting piped down
Banging on the walls like PGE just cut the lights out
Thought you was the one cuz in the party you got yiked down
I'm digging in her guts like it's something I'm trynna find out
Then told her get out, get out, get out, bitch it's hot now
Don't you got a man, some friends, some plots now
Thought she was gon cook, she started looking for some pots now
We can do this shit polite or you gon get yo ass locked out
Like good night, good night, good night bitch I'm trynna sleep
Yeah I want some food but not with you that's Rest In Peace
I ain't good at math but me and you that shit not be
My landlord tripping, can't have guests that ain't on the lease
Like bitch, bitch, bitch, why don't you get it
Put 2 and 2 together, I just hit it now I quit it
You sum like a snack, I need breakfast lunch and dinner
You used to fucking with a loser, you ain't fucking with this winner
Boys slid through the block and you told nigga
It was smoke then you uhh froze nigga
Big gun, make you strip she a gold digger
You ain't pimping you just fuckin on them hoe bitches
Going once, going twice, sold nigga
Got respect in my hood like a old nigga
Clout chasin I can see it on yo clothes nigga
Spent a band on them bottles and you still ain't get the hoes
Aye she give me neck, top, head and the dome
Nah this ain't a drop top, bitch I'm taking off the doors
Aye I can send you to yo God with this pole
How you tell the bitch to choose and get mad when she chose
Aye you iced out with the chain and the golds
But the bitch left with me and I ain't got my shit on
Aye you be telling niggas dirt to get hoes
So I can't tell a nigga shit but I might put it in a song
Been the nigga this shit was never a accident
I was born the shit, my momma must've fed me laxatives
Niggas always talkin out they necks all cap with it
If she ain't got it when she came I bet she coming back with it
Niggas sleeping on me oh that must be too must activist
I got the toys in my bags like Santa did
Ain't get no presents I must've just been the baddest kid
I was good at math so money I'm not subtracting it
You either got the biggest heart or it's yo lack of it
Assisting bitches to my niggas like a magic dish
I get the weight up off my chest nah I ain't racking it
Tell baby I can't eat pussy cuz I'm fasting it
Bitch I be posted on the block like a
Manican
The hood loved me even way before this rapping shit
I love this shit but with hoes I'm never compassionate
And I ain't lackin shit but a fuck to give when you mad at it
I'll take yo whole crew like bunny rabbit did
Y'all came together, that's how y'all leaving in an ambulance
This shit too easy for a nigga stick to practicing
So serious is how I need to take this rapping shit
That's how I need to take this rapping shit
That's how I need to take this rapping shit
Shit too easy
Boys slid through the block and you told nigga
It was smoke then you uhh froze nigga
Big gun, make you strip she a gold digger
You ain't pimping you just fuckin on them hoe bitches
Going once, going twice, sold nigga
Got respect in my hood like a old nigga
Clout chasin I can see it on yo clothes nigga
Spent a band on them bottles and you still ain't get the hoes
Aye she give me neck, top, head and the dome
Nah this ain't a drop top, bitch I'm taking off the doors
Aye I can send you to yo God with this pole
How you tell the bitch to choose and get mad when she chose
Aye pipe down, pipe down, pipe down he wanna fight now
Pipe down, pipe down, pipe down we got the pipes round
Pipe down, yeah yo bitch was getting piped down
Banging on the walls like PGE just cut the lights out
Thought you was the one cuz in the party you got yiked down
I'm digging in her guts like it's something I'm trynna find out
Then told her get out, get out, get out, bitch it's hot now
Don't you got a man, some friends, some plots now
Thought she was gon cook, she started looking for some pots now
We can do this shit polite or you gon get yo ass locked out
Like good night, good night, good night bitch I'm trynna sleep
Yeah I want some food but not with you that's Rest In Peace
I ain't good at math but me and you that shit not be
My landlord tripping, can't have guests that ain't on the lease
Like bitch, bitch, bitch, why don't you get it
Put 2 and 2 together, I just hit it now I quit it
You sum like a snack, I need breakfast lunch and dinner
You used to fucking with a loser, you ain't fucking with this winner
Boys slid through the block and you told nigga
It was smoke then you uhh froze nigga
Big gun, make you strip she a gold digger
You ain't pimping you just fuckin on them hoe bitches
Going once, going twice, sold nigga
Got respect in my hood like a old nigga
Clout chasin I can see it on yo clothes nigga
Spent a band on them bottles and you still ain't get the hoes
Aye she give me neck, top, head and the dome
Nah this ain't a drop top, bitch I'm taking off the doors
Aye I can send you to yo God with this pole
How you tell the bitch to choose and get mad when she chose
Aye you iced out with the chain and the golds
But the bitch left with me and I ain't got my shit on
Aye you be telling niggas dirt to get hoes
So I can't tell a nigga shit but I might put it in a song
Been the nigga this shit was never a accident
I was born the shit, my momma must've fed me laxatives
Niggas always talkin out they necks all cap with it
If she ain't got it when she came I bet she coming back with it
Niggas sleeping on me oh that must be too must activist
I got the toys in my bags like Santa did
Ain't get no presents I must've just been the baddest kid
I was good at math so money I'm not subtracting it
You either got the biggest heart or it's yo lack of it
Assisting bitches to my niggas like a magic dish
I get the weight up off my chest nah I ain't racking it
Tell baby I can't eat pussy cuz I'm fasting it
Bitch I be posted on the block like a
Manican
The hood loved me even way before this rapping shit
I love this shit but with hoes I'm never compassionate
And I ain't lackin shit but a fuck to give when you mad at it
I'll take yo whole crew like bunny rabbit did
Y'all came together, that's how y'all leaving in an ambulance
This shit too easy for a nigga stick to practicing
So serious is how I need to take this rapping shit
That's how I need to take this rapping shit
That's how I need to take this rapping shit
Shit too easy
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Writer(s): Sidney Washington
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