Final Form
I ain't never got the respect that I truly deserved
That's why I park them double Ms and Rs on the curb (Helluva made this beat, baby)
F8 do two hundred, I'm destined to swerve
All my life these niggas hated, they really some birds
So when my brother got them birds, we stunted on nerds
They ain't fucking then it's up, we puntin' them nerds
We pull up and set the tone, we move in a herd
Ask her how I'm pull in 'em Ms, from rhyming my words
How these bitches lose a spot, from irkin' my nerves
I don't wanna be your friend, you niggas is poor
I don't wanna be your man, you don't know your credit score
Know you burnt your shit out tryna impress the core
Might've burnt myself twice chasing dirty whores
I done slapped this bitch out, we just made a S'more
Gave this bitch a thousand knowing that she want more
And I'm ruthless
I refuse to take that bitch to Ruth's Chris
I refuse to do what he do, you ain't my bitch
I ain't buyin' you no watch, that ain't my wrist
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I done broke my bank a hundred times to help these niggas
Wouldn't nobody gave a fuck if I wasn't wealthy, nigga?
If I get jammed, how many bitches finna write me, nigga?
If I get shot, who at my wake standin' beside me, nigga?
Who finna take care of my mom's and my sister
When they cryin' to my picture and they the only ones who really miss me?
Everybody else gon' go on with they damn life
And my bitch'll probably go and be somebody wife
That's why my back against the wall and I be thinking twice
'Cause would these niggas pay my bills if I couldn't keep on lights
Bitch say I'm too distant from her, I got every right
I think about my brother Black Gwaluh every night
The lobby tryna hold him down, give 'em every strike
I really think his lawyer sweet, we might black his eyes
I'm really standin' on my toes, like you niggas fried
I ain't breaking shit down ever, I'm gon' sell the pie
Mm, I ain't breaking shit down, I'm gon' sit up high
From the D to the A, I'ma let it fly
Oh, Michigan Boy Boat, yeah
My final form, nigga
Let's get it, slatt
That's why I park them double Ms and Rs on the curb (Helluva made this beat, baby)
F8 do two hundred, I'm destined to swerve
All my life these niggas hated, they really some birds
So when my brother got them birds, we stunted on nerds
They ain't fucking then it's up, we puntin' them nerds
We pull up and set the tone, we move in a herd
Ask her how I'm pull in 'em Ms, from rhyming my words
How these bitches lose a spot, from irkin' my nerves
I don't wanna be your friend, you niggas is poor
I don't wanna be your man, you don't know your credit score
Know you burnt your shit out tryna impress the core
Might've burnt myself twice chasing dirty whores
I done slapped this bitch out, we just made a S'more
Gave this bitch a thousand knowing that she want more
And I'm ruthless
I refuse to take that bitch to Ruth's Chris
I refuse to do what he do, you ain't my bitch
I ain't buyin' you no watch, that ain't my wrist
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I done broke my bank a hundred times to help these niggas
Wouldn't nobody gave a fuck if I wasn't wealthy, nigga?
If I get jammed, how many bitches finna write me, nigga?
If I get shot, who at my wake standin' beside me, nigga?
Who finna take care of my mom's and my sister
When they cryin' to my picture and they the only ones who really miss me?
Everybody else gon' go on with they damn life
And my bitch'll probably go and be somebody wife
That's why my back against the wall and I be thinking twice
'Cause would these niggas pay my bills if I couldn't keep on lights
Bitch say I'm too distant from her, I got every right
I think about my brother Black Gwaluh every night
The lobby tryna hold him down, give 'em every strike
I really think his lawyer sweet, we might black his eyes
I'm really standin' on my toes, like you niggas fried
I ain't breaking shit down ever, I'm gon' sell the pie
Mm, I ain't breaking shit down, I'm gon' sit up high
From the D to the A, I'ma let it fly
Oh, Michigan Boy Boat, yeah
My final form, nigga
Let's get it, slatt
Credits
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Martin Rafeal Mc Curtis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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- Ghetto Boy Shit (feat. RMC Mike)
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- Fight Night Round 3 (feat. Babyface Ray & Veeze)
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