OH YEAH
These niggas can't fuck wit me
I told Rod I got the sauce
Just send the recipe
They can't tell me I'm not nice
Like I don't murder beats
This shit ain't by Murda Beatz
My nigga just gotta new cutter
He ready to do surgery if a nigga
Try to play wit me
They say G you gotta make it
Like ima factory
Lil shawty deserve an Oscar
The way she act on me
Lil bitch ain't play her role like academy
When I turn up that shit gone kill her like a tragedy
I'm posted on the southside wit Gorillas
He can post all the guns he want
He ain't no killa
I cant rock wit none of these niggas
Cause I don't feel em
I hit Ruth Chris wit a couple vibes
They some winners
I spent more on appetizers than yo dinner
Ask father God to please forgive us
we been sinning
Bro never had a debit
He still got charges pending
Hate going to the dentist cause
I hate getting in my feelings
Devote my time to the music like Micheal Bivens
Make my bitches love me like New Edition
I don't take light to niggas switching
Seperate the racks in rubber bands it's appealing
Tell me have you niggas ever took a risk
Have you ever had a plan on being rich
Have you ever had a sack and made it flip
Do you really got shit popping in yo city
I tell em like
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
Don't hit my line i
If you ain't talking bout no business
Same niggas I said
Wouldn't double cross me
Really did it
Just like bishop when the first time
He touched that pistol
Thought you was my dog
We came a long way
From the kennel
I watched niggas turn to bitches
Never met Bruce Jenner
Sometimes I just turn off my phone
To clear my mental
Few missed calls from the reaper
Tryna take me wit em
He want my soul
I can't go
I was feeling like I was nothing
I turned nothing into something
Watched em talk behind my back
But fuck em all
Cause they was fronting
I done did so many favors
And I ain't ask niggas for nothing
Lay my head up on the pillow
I pray err night
Grandma told me baby just make sure your soul right
We gone flex up on these niggas
And thats 4 life
That's 4 life
That's 4 life yea
Tell me have you niggas ever took a risk
Have you ever had a plan on being rich
Have you ever had a sack and made it flip
Do you really got shit popping in yo city
I tell em like
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
I told Rod I got the sauce
Just send the recipe
They can't tell me I'm not nice
Like I don't murder beats
This shit ain't by Murda Beatz
My nigga just gotta new cutter
He ready to do surgery if a nigga
Try to play wit me
They say G you gotta make it
Like ima factory
Lil shawty deserve an Oscar
The way she act on me
Lil bitch ain't play her role like academy
When I turn up that shit gone kill her like a tragedy
I'm posted on the southside wit Gorillas
He can post all the guns he want
He ain't no killa
I cant rock wit none of these niggas
Cause I don't feel em
I hit Ruth Chris wit a couple vibes
They some winners
I spent more on appetizers than yo dinner
Ask father God to please forgive us
we been sinning
Bro never had a debit
He still got charges pending
Hate going to the dentist cause
I hate getting in my feelings
Devote my time to the music like Micheal Bivens
Make my bitches love me like New Edition
I don't take light to niggas switching
Seperate the racks in rubber bands it's appealing
Tell me have you niggas ever took a risk
Have you ever had a plan on being rich
Have you ever had a sack and made it flip
Do you really got shit popping in yo city
I tell em like
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
Don't hit my line i
If you ain't talking bout no business
Same niggas I said
Wouldn't double cross me
Really did it
Just like bishop when the first time
He touched that pistol
Thought you was my dog
We came a long way
From the kennel
I watched niggas turn to bitches
Never met Bruce Jenner
Sometimes I just turn off my phone
To clear my mental
Few missed calls from the reaper
Tryna take me wit em
He want my soul
I can't go
I was feeling like I was nothing
I turned nothing into something
Watched em talk behind my back
But fuck em all
Cause they was fronting
I done did so many favors
And I ain't ask niggas for nothing
Lay my head up on the pillow
I pray err night
Grandma told me baby just make sure your soul right
We gone flex up on these niggas
And thats 4 life
That's 4 life
That's 4 life yea
Tell me have you niggas ever took a risk
Have you ever had a plan on being rich
Have you ever had a sack and made it flip
Do you really got shit popping in yo city
I tell em like
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
OH YEAH
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Writer(s): R Crawford
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