Stuffed Nose

If you ain't talking money get the fuck on
No arms
I been on my own I don't cuff hoes
Stuffed nose
I'm sick of bitch niggas I'll bust those
(I said I'm sick of bitch niggas I'll bust those)

Every day it's different news stay prepared for it
Opps every where bitch I gotta keep that yeah on me
Every day it's sum new how I'm supposed to be prepared when its fake niggas out here Telling me they here for me

Steady squirting with that uzi
I be on the block nigga run Up I'll do em
I'm one of a kind never treat me like it's two of me
Gotta move smart you only get one opportunity

Living like I been here before this shit ain't new to me
I can spot a fake see the real you like nudity
Smelly stay cool from the night til the morning
I let em go put a nick in yo noggin

When I tell a bitch get off her ass she show me something
Think I'm going crazy bitch i don't go for nothing
Tec a chew a nigga up like a muffin
Nigga think he tuff push shit like a power button

They keep trying to push me to the edge but I ain't jumping
Hit a nigga wit this tec like demarcus cousins
Knock a nigga off his feet like a scooter hit him in his shin and kept hitting him in his shit He like chill my shit gushing

Oh my god
I don't trust shit keep a choppa on my side
Nigga you a bitch can't even look me in my eyes
If you send on a mission then I'm gone finish the job

Love these hoes
Sick bitch I lied
If I gotta dump the glock then that hoe popping non stop
I don't go mia bitch I go to the spot
And i don't even run from dogs man that bitch would shot

These niggas bitches they some lgbtq
And if I offended you then it was meant to get to you
God made Adam for eve but you gone do what you do
And he made that chop for me so im gone bust it til it's through

Niggas know I'm the shit I'm that nigga I'm the poop
So they quick to get a tissue trying to clock my every move
Talking shit through inbox
Niggas feel like Tupac screaming thug life
Hit a bitch nigga in the cock
Say she leaving bitch stop playing she gone be back by monday
Bag kind of fast i'm gone catch that one day
This ain't gta nigga you don't want that gunplay
How the fuck you up and didn't shoot it fucking pump fake

I'm finna fade away like the Jackson 5
Bag gone keep getting bigger til it maximize
I get in my feelings and get sad sometimes cause the only bitch I love the one printing them dollar signs

That choppa sing like ty dolla sign
Bitch I had to wait my turn now it's macho time
Like a obese Mexican bitch it's not yo time
I don't know you lame niggas I am not yo slime

I'm the starting point guard you stupid niggas ride the bench
If I gave yo ass a mile you wouldn't dare to move an inch
I can't see you niggas fuckin with me even when I squint
If you was catching up to me then bitch I didn't want to sprint

Niggas argue on the net and when they see you don't do shit
If you run to the gram with yo problems you a bitch
Can't no hoe say she with cause I ain't tripping bout no bitch
And my nose stuffed as hell cause you niggas make me sick



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Writer(s): Mel Cooley
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