Litigation

Lately I been starting to see the bigger shit in life
He thought features was free
He mad I hit em' with a price
This shit I speak ain't regular
These rappers say the same shit
A couple niggas tried to bite me
So i had to lane switch
See they don't get it how I do
I see shit from a different angle
Remember night onna Gun
When me and bro nem used to dangle
I seen sav throw away a full ride to home invasion
(Thought is was fake)
Made me wish I was in control of Litigation
YOU let the bitch do what she want
I control my situation
I can tell she broke inside
She want me fa sensation
And whole time she got a nigga
We just keep it onna low
(But she let him find out)
And now he mad about his hoe
Won't tug a war over no bitch
You can have the whole rope
Im from the raq
(Birthday in may)
Im a young bull
Don't call me goat
Can't hate the player
Hate the one they playin
Cuz they aint good enough
Bro Cut off his baddest bitch
He say she aint hood enough
A nigga say he fucked my bitch
(Clap, Clap)
Yeaa Good Job
Luh bro took care of that hit
I zelle em' quick
Like Good Job
12 Watching inna hood
They know how slimey it can get
He think its sweet
He aint knowin jus how grimy it can get
42 The compact
And thats as tiny as it get
Its time to take that chain off
If thats as shiny as it get
When they remind me of the shit
I think bout slidin mask off
When they remind me of the shit
Think bout my nigga last thoughts
Like, did he know he was gone go that way
Like, did he know he wasn't gone see another day
Can't stand a nigga always lyin
Ion Do the flodgery
To us we aint doin do crime
To the system its robbery
I aint have shit
She see me thumbin'
Now she want a part of me
Back then you disregarded me
So no you can't go far wit me
Even doe I had a few good ones
Relationships they ain't fa me
She don't want me to leave ha
She crying
Tlm bout she love me
Steady bringin up our old bond
And all the shit she did fa me
And ik you might be down
But Im sick of yo love
Came From the dirt
I got sick of the mud
I throw a party at the pent
Ion fw the club
And ion feel the need to vent
I jus roll up the nugs

Big body Trackhawk
That bitch ride on all terrain
She got it onna top
She got the box
They alternate
Deep down inside they aint believe imma prevail
Don't come around with fake love
Cuz ik how you really feel
She tried to sneak a kiss but ion do that
Bitch I know you wanna fuck
She ain't think I can tell
Met the hoe on Wednesday
It was a throwback Thursday
Wondering if she would've said a word to me if I aint wordplay
They tryna do lil cuz the worst way
In them hotties he aint ridin low
And now he got another court date



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Writer(s): Jakobe Mccormick
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