Effection
Klay told me in a rap he wish I would cap
Whole life been about the money
And the bad rats
Call up Jaiden, give 'em 30 mins
'Cause his phone slap
Free that nigga Meechy, he a menace
Don't know how to act
Fuck a nigga, I ain't trippin' on that fake shit
Actin' like he tough and you pop up
He a write statement
But anyways I got nothin' for a stank bitch
'Cause they a do you greasy
Get ya money then they lane switch
Rather kick it by myself
These niggas fake as fuck
Bullets get to sparkin'
Pussy nigga you gone shoot or what
Put me in yo status
When you see me nigga better duck
Flexin' wit a pistol that's yo uncles
You can't even stunt
Off a 5th of Henny, wit a stripper rollin' blunts
Thinkin' bout my white bitch every week
I take her out to lunch
For my bloodas right or wrong
I come into the clutch
I was broke as fuck
Them niggas tried to leave me in the dust
Main goal to keep my niggas out them trenches
Feel like God don't answer prayers
So I'm really not religious
Only way these niggas listen
Is you gotta make 'em feel it
All my niggas in a prison
I'm just tryna get a ticket
Nigga loafin' wit a bitch and call for extra help
Nigga catch me loafin' ima do 'em
By my fuckin' self
Trynna stack a hunnid need it taller
Than a fuckin' shelf
Gave up on the robbin'
Not for me but for my momma health
Authentic, I'm really wit that action
Bitches actin' like they classy
Then they make a ratchet caption
Prolly been up that courtroom
If I never started rappin'
And I speak on what I do them other silly niggas cappin'
Got some shit I gotta prove
And I can't take a break
Tryna change some lives
And see the look all the haters face
Rollin' off this Cookie
Got me feelin' like I'm up in space
Shittin' on the niggas
Tell these niggas keep up wit the pace
Klay told me in a rap he wish I would cap
Whole life been about the money
And the bad rats
Call up Jaiden, give 'em 30 mins
'Cause his phone slap
Free that nigga Meechy, he a menace
Don't know how to act
Fuck a nigga, I ain't trippin' off that fake shit
Actin' like he tough and you pop up
He a write statement
But anyways I got nothin' for a stank bitch
'Cause they a do you greasy
Get ya money then they lane switch
Whole life been about the money
And the bad rats
Call up Jaiden, give 'em 30 mins
'Cause his phone slap
Free that nigga Meechy, he a menace
Don't know how to act
Fuck a nigga, I ain't trippin' on that fake shit
Actin' like he tough and you pop up
He a write statement
But anyways I got nothin' for a stank bitch
'Cause they a do you greasy
Get ya money then they lane switch
Rather kick it by myself
These niggas fake as fuck
Bullets get to sparkin'
Pussy nigga you gone shoot or what
Put me in yo status
When you see me nigga better duck
Flexin' wit a pistol that's yo uncles
You can't even stunt
Off a 5th of Henny, wit a stripper rollin' blunts
Thinkin' bout my white bitch every week
I take her out to lunch
For my bloodas right or wrong
I come into the clutch
I was broke as fuck
Them niggas tried to leave me in the dust
Main goal to keep my niggas out them trenches
Feel like God don't answer prayers
So I'm really not religious
Only way these niggas listen
Is you gotta make 'em feel it
All my niggas in a prison
I'm just tryna get a ticket
Nigga loafin' wit a bitch and call for extra help
Nigga catch me loafin' ima do 'em
By my fuckin' self
Trynna stack a hunnid need it taller
Than a fuckin' shelf
Gave up on the robbin'
Not for me but for my momma health
Authentic, I'm really wit that action
Bitches actin' like they classy
Then they make a ratchet caption
Prolly been up that courtroom
If I never started rappin'
And I speak on what I do them other silly niggas cappin'
Got some shit I gotta prove
And I can't take a break
Tryna change some lives
And see the look all the haters face
Rollin' off this Cookie
Got me feelin' like I'm up in space
Shittin' on the niggas
Tell these niggas keep up wit the pace
Klay told me in a rap he wish I would cap
Whole life been about the money
And the bad rats
Call up Jaiden, give 'em 30 mins
'Cause his phone slap
Free that nigga Meechy, he a menace
Don't know how to act
Fuck a nigga, I ain't trippin' off that fake shit
Actin' like he tough and you pop up
He a write statement
But anyways I got nothin' for a stank bitch
'Cause they a do you greasy
Get ya money then they lane switch
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Writer(s): Calvin Miller
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