Stop Bein' Nice

Shawty called me up and told me stop being nice
Ain't even took what I could, I was being nice
Ain't put a hole in ya dawg I was being nice
I'm feeling calm on the beat, this bih being nice

Tell her rock the boat, gone rock it til it hurt (Nahh)
Lift up her skirt and rock the middle til it hurt (Yeah)
She say I'm cocky nahh that's only when I flirt
Phone steady ringing, know these hoes tryna chirp

Ain't bout none, I'ma have to decline
In the crib wit footies on, I'm just tryna recline
I know my team at yo head like the fuckin d-line
Must got Red Robin on me cuz I'm stuck on this pine (I'm flowing)

Lemme gone head give the beat back
And how you calling him yo dawg and you know tha nigga rat
I'll never sell my soul or let my feelings get attached
Mind lost in this money I can't even get it back

Wait wait wait, but I don't want it back
I been balling, Jim Jones wit the fiddet hat
Hoop earring in my right look like Mr. T
But try ya luck, and watch yo road get rocky

Don't need a ghost writer, I just need a beat
And add a booth, check the mic, one two three
I'm just testing how I wanna sound on the beat
Well too late I see Savo recording (Two Times)

Out of luck I ain't one to try on any day
Let thirty shots hit ya back, uh bar collapsed today
Ya music flop every drop, a bar collapsed today
I'm high asl juh vibing, might relapse today

Or I might not
You stupid niggas chasing clout, betta chase a shot
She ain't even let you smack, you betta chase the top
You still dreaming wit no drive you betta chase the top

Bought mo ammo so you know I packed it in the Glock
I let off five got forty five left don't be distraught
Ya worst nightmare I'm here to see when you get caught
Lacking at the stow, AET done spint da block

Back to what I said shawty I ain't being nice
Already told you I ain't cuffing, I can't say it twice
The main star, David Ruffin taught me from the start
To be a boss, I ain't gotta kill another boss

Hold on hold on, but a nigga will
Merry go round, you niggas turn around and squeal
I told my Mama ima rap, she see I'm for real
I'm bringing rap back around like a Ferris wheel

Keep going, you ain't bout ya bread you ain't my type
First album charted I keep thanking God it's only right
The cost of winning always worth it ima pay the price
She hit my phone again but now she saying please be my nice