Lazy
Yuh, aye, yuh, aye, yuh
Niggas be sitting on they ass, they lazy (Get up)
Go get you some money, time to pay me
I was broke, now I'm flexing, it's crazy
When we fuck, no relations, can't change me
I don't feel you, you suck and you lame to me
You not gang so it's weird you can't hang with me
Prada shades and I'm lit, I can't see
Be yourself, you keep trying to be me
Ain't no texting, I don't like to talk
CDG, see the heart when I walk
And your hoe charge on Quan, not my fault
White gold grill, my shit floss when I talk
Rock Supreme with the Gosha, it's regular
And I talk to your hoe on the regular
My hoe bad, it ain't shit you can tell to her
Yeah, I'm the shit, I might flash like a camera (Yuh)
Gotta get it
Skinny jeans, and my shirt, it be fitted
I'm that nigga, I came from the trenches
Say she love me, she don't really mean it (On God)
Okay
Off the perc and it give me more stamina (Okay)
If you run up, just know that I'm blammin' ya
How you my dog if you can't keep my trust (Huh)
Matching lambos, that's supposed to be us (What)
Man I get it, I don't wanna fuss (No)
In a jam, yeah, I'm still gon' be there
Splash that nigga with them Cartiers
God, I hope that they all said their prayers (Okay)
Fat ass closet, don't know what to wear (I can't see)
Shoot my shot like it's Modern Warfare (BOW)
I'm out here but I am not Pierre
Three story crib, I see why they stare
Niggas be sitting on they ass, they lazy (Get up)
Go get you some money, time to pay me
I was broke, now I'm flexin', it's crazy
When we fuck, no relations, can't change me
I don't feel you, you suck and you lame to me
You not gang so it's weird you can't hang with me
Prada shades and I'm lit, I can't see
Be yourself, you keep trying to be me
Aye, back at it (Yuh)
Not Virgil but dishin' out static (Okay)
My pockets so stuffed, feel like cabbage (Yuh)
Come to the green, I am an addict (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
It's tragic, they want me dead for just rappin' (It's crazy)
Protectin' my flesh, I ain't lackin' (You lazy)
I'm runnin' this game, I'm the captain (Maybe)
Stick play, stick talk, it ain't the same thing
Ridin' around the city with a whole lotta other things
Whole lotta problems, ain't no calls
I want revenge, so I can't be stalled (Yuh)
Niggas be sitting on they ass, they lazy (Get up)
Go get you some money, time to pay me
I was broke, now I'm flexing, it's crazy
When we fuck, no relations, can't change me
I don't feel you, you suck and you lame to me
You not gang so it's weird you can't hang with me
Prada shades and I'm lit, I can't see
Be yourself, you keep trying to be me
Ain't no texting, I don't like to talk
CDG, see the heart when I walk
And your hoe charge on Quan, not my fault
White gold grill, my shit floss when I talk
Rock Supreme with the Gosha, it's regular
And I talk to your hoe on the regular
My hoe bad, it ain't shit you can tell to her
Yeah, I'm the shit, I might flash like a camera (Yuh)
Gotta get it
Skinny jeans, and my shirt, it be fitted
I'm that nigga, I came from the trenches
Say she love me, she don't really mean it (On God)
Okay
Off the perc and it give me more stamina (Okay)
If you run up, just know that I'm blammin' ya
How you my dog if you can't keep my trust (Huh)
Matching lambos, that's supposed to be us (What)
Man I get it, I don't wanna fuss (No)
In a jam, yeah, I'm still gon' be there
Splash that nigga with them Cartiers
God, I hope that they all said their prayers (Okay)
Fat ass closet, don't know what to wear (I can't see)
Shoot my shot like it's Modern Warfare (BOW)
I'm out here but I am not Pierre
Three story crib, I see why they stare
Niggas be sitting on they ass, they lazy (Get up)
Go get you some money, time to pay me
I was broke, now I'm flexin', it's crazy
When we fuck, no relations, can't change me
I don't feel you, you suck and you lame to me
You not gang so it's weird you can't hang with me
Prada shades and I'm lit, I can't see
Be yourself, you keep trying to be me
Aye, back at it (Yuh)
Not Virgil but dishin' out static (Okay)
My pockets so stuffed, feel like cabbage (Yuh)
Come to the green, I am an addict (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
It's tragic, they want me dead for just rappin' (It's crazy)
Protectin' my flesh, I ain't lackin' (You lazy)
I'm runnin' this game, I'm the captain (Maybe)
Stick play, stick talk, it ain't the same thing
Ridin' around the city with a whole lotta other things
Whole lotta problems, ain't no calls
I want revenge, so I can't be stalled (Yuh)
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Writer(s): Jacquan Garrett
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