Neva Cared (Remix)

Nigga you ain't no friend of me nigga you a Enemy
Tuck that pool in my wrist so I ain't gotta squeeze in peace
Yea lo nigga know he a fan of me
Yea everybody like "Aye Jerome go ride for me"
Nigga we fam we all gon eat
Yea you know I got that money that
That bread wit me
In my block I gon be on top
Never gon stop cause all I do is pop
Pop up on this beat like treat
Run up that money so high in the sky
Told that boy calm down he clown
Can't stop me right now cause I really in the game
I really in the flame
Tell that boy he wack he wack
Tell that boy he rat
I pop up on this beat trick or treat
She just tryna call me
Mr. Put it down for me and you know I finna turn big 13



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Writer(s): James Moore
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