Aim At You
And my niggas
They know that's you
Why you acting like that ain't you?
And I keep it on me, like two
Why you acting friendly?
I heard you was hating on me
I know you can't stand me
I don't need Rick Owens
Boy, I got my diamonds dancin'
With the hoodie on to match
They want to dress just like me
Ou, they want to fight me
I know you don't like me
Cause I turned your hoe out
Now she acting like my wifey
Boy, you hating on me cause
She look good in my white tee
I might fly to Paris
Then hit LA up the same week
Your man acting like me
But he ain't nothing like me
Ou, he wanna fight me
Your bitch wanna bite me
Yeah, I got it on me
And I ain't talking that nine piece
I keep coming back for more
If someone wanna sign me
It ain't really nothing
All this vanity excite me
You know, he wanna size me
But, he never size me
You really like to talk shit
But you ain't bout that action
We can catch you lacking
Stiff you up in traffic
Red light, yeah, I dashed it
Poked that nigga, blammed him
Won't even know what happened
I still keep it packing
I ain't never lacking
I'm on my Chiraq shit
I keep coming thru
Real niggas know that I ain't acting
I get lots of love from all these niggas
Around that shit
And my niggas
They know that's you
Why you acting like that ain't you?
And I keep it on me, like two
Boy, we reload it
And aim at you
They know that's you
Why you acting like that ain't you?
And I keep it on me, like two
Why you acting friendly?
I heard you was hating on me
I know you can't stand me
I don't need Rick Owens
Boy, I got my diamonds dancin'
With the hoodie on to match
They want to dress just like me
Ou, they want to fight me
I know you don't like me
Cause I turned your hoe out
Now she acting like my wifey
Boy, you hating on me cause
She look good in my white tee
I might fly to Paris
Then hit LA up the same week
Your man acting like me
But he ain't nothing like me
Ou, he wanna fight me
Your bitch wanna bite me
Yeah, I got it on me
And I ain't talking that nine piece
I keep coming back for more
If someone wanna sign me
It ain't really nothing
All this vanity excite me
You know, he wanna size me
But, he never size me
You really like to talk shit
But you ain't bout that action
We can catch you lacking
Stiff you up in traffic
Red light, yeah, I dashed it
Poked that nigga, blammed him
Won't even know what happened
I still keep it packing
I ain't never lacking
I'm on my Chiraq shit
I keep coming thru
Real niggas know that I ain't acting
I get lots of love from all these niggas
Around that shit
And my niggas
They know that's you
Why you acting like that ain't you?
And I keep it on me, like two
Boy, we reload it
And aim at you
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Writer(s): Tuesday Frvr
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