Stereo (feat. BAO Joey)
You know I got some bodies
I ain't fuck yet
Money I ain't touch yet
Momma think I'm working
But I'm trapping on that porch step
Niggas they be broke
Somethin' like a bounced check
Talkin' out your face
You better keep it like your bestfriend
I know a bitch who open legs
But she don't open books
If you my nigga we gon eat
Cause I'ma be the cook
I fucked my homie ex bitch
He think her pussy good
I heard they tryna take me out
I wish a nigga would
Spin the block and double back
In the field like quarterbacks
I can't stress about no bitch
I'll up and leave just like my dad
Tell the opps to drop the loc
We pulling up just like a cab
Niggas they be bitchin' bout a bitch Who suck me up like crabs
This shit is ruthless
Cook it up like Ruth Chris
Wonder how she feelin'
When I tell her I can't do this
I don't mean to be a dickhead
But bitch you useless
If we talkin' money
Put your money where your tooth is
I steady rap about the pain
But can I get a deal
This for them days that I was starvin'
Bitch I need a meal
I only talk about this shit
Just to keep it real
This for them days that I was starving
Bitch I
Spin the block and double back
In the field like quarterbacks
I can't stress about no bitch
I'll up and leave just like my dad
Tell the opps to drop the loc
We pulling up just like a cab
Niggas they be bitchin' bout a bitch Who suck me up like crabs
Me and Poppa back to back
So we brought them drakes through
Crazy how I rock with him more Than niggas from grade school
Money gettin' tall
I hadda watch how all the snakes move
Couple niggas think they got over
But I just play it cool
Drop the loc
We on the way to you
Bitch I go loco
We slid with sticks like we playin' pool
And it's crazy bro gettin' locked for a 8ball
Shit seemed like a setup
I catch the snitch blow his face off
No face no case
Ain't seen shit like Ray Charles
I'm just tryna beat the odds
They ain't tryna see us shine
I been sightin' prayers daily
I don't think they reachin' god
Is it cause I'm on demon time
I can't read between the lines
Shit strange
They stole from off my plate
Then tried to feed me lies
Instead of educate me
Envy mixed with hatred
Used to be nice
Till bein' friendly showed me danger
Bein' friendly showed me anger
I can't put my trust in no one
Not even my main girl
Not in this insane world
Lately ain't been doin' well
I can't entertain Pearl
I been living like Larry
Even though this life scary
Lately I been sendin' shots
Despite what others might carry
Won't stop until I'm buried
Won't stop until I'm buried
For real
You know I got some bodies
I ain't fuck yet
Money I ain't touch yet
Momma think I'm working
But I'm trapping on that porch step
Niggas they be broke
Somethin' like a bounced check
Talkin' out your face
You better keep it like your bestfriend
I know a bitch who open legs
But she don't open books
If you my nigga we gon eat
Cause I'ma be the cook
I fucked my homie ex bitch
He think her pussy good
I heard they tryna take me out
I wish a nigga would
I ain't fuck yet
Money I ain't touch yet
Momma think I'm working
But I'm trapping on that porch step
Niggas they be broke
Somethin' like a bounced check
Talkin' out your face
You better keep it like your bestfriend
I know a bitch who open legs
But she don't open books
If you my nigga we gon eat
Cause I'ma be the cook
I fucked my homie ex bitch
He think her pussy good
I heard they tryna take me out
I wish a nigga would
Spin the block and double back
In the field like quarterbacks
I can't stress about no bitch
I'll up and leave just like my dad
Tell the opps to drop the loc
We pulling up just like a cab
Niggas they be bitchin' bout a bitch Who suck me up like crabs
This shit is ruthless
Cook it up like Ruth Chris
Wonder how she feelin'
When I tell her I can't do this
I don't mean to be a dickhead
But bitch you useless
If we talkin' money
Put your money where your tooth is
I steady rap about the pain
But can I get a deal
This for them days that I was starvin'
Bitch I need a meal
I only talk about this shit
Just to keep it real
This for them days that I was starving
Bitch I
Spin the block and double back
In the field like quarterbacks
I can't stress about no bitch
I'll up and leave just like my dad
Tell the opps to drop the loc
We pulling up just like a cab
Niggas they be bitchin' bout a bitch Who suck me up like crabs
Me and Poppa back to back
So we brought them drakes through
Crazy how I rock with him more Than niggas from grade school
Money gettin' tall
I hadda watch how all the snakes move
Couple niggas think they got over
But I just play it cool
Drop the loc
We on the way to you
Bitch I go loco
We slid with sticks like we playin' pool
And it's crazy bro gettin' locked for a 8ball
Shit seemed like a setup
I catch the snitch blow his face off
No face no case
Ain't seen shit like Ray Charles
I'm just tryna beat the odds
They ain't tryna see us shine
I been sightin' prayers daily
I don't think they reachin' god
Is it cause I'm on demon time
I can't read between the lines
Shit strange
They stole from off my plate
Then tried to feed me lies
Instead of educate me
Envy mixed with hatred
Used to be nice
Till bein' friendly showed me danger
Bein' friendly showed me anger
I can't put my trust in no one
Not even my main girl
Not in this insane world
Lately ain't been doin' well
I can't entertain Pearl
I been living like Larry
Even though this life scary
Lately I been sendin' shots
Despite what others might carry
Won't stop until I'm buried
Won't stop until I'm buried
For real
You know I got some bodies
I ain't fuck yet
Money I ain't touch yet
Momma think I'm working
But I'm trapping on that porch step
Niggas they be broke
Somethin' like a bounced check
Talkin' out your face
You better keep it like your bestfriend
I know a bitch who open legs
But she don't open books
If you my nigga we gon eat
Cause I'ma be the cook
I fucked my homie ex bitch
He think her pussy good
I heard they tryna take me out
I wish a nigga would
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Writer(s): Joseph Rodriguez
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