Feedin Labels Problems

Finna rap to this bitch and drop it
Finna tap on this Nigga pockets
What it is, what it used to be nigga ain't nun change
Why you acting cool wit me Nigga you not the gang
Walking from the Trunk wit some 30's yeah that was me 60 months on papers Im telling You that was easy
I ain't let no Nigga trick me or try sneak me
Coming to stu wit yo bitch & she trynna eat me
Don't know if I want the white gold or the solid Shooting shots knocking out the light Poles eating Sonic
Knock a nigga out fight mode like wilder
Dickin bad bitches cause the nice hoes childish
Love fast whips cause the back seat crowded
Ig crowded
Distro crowded
OG's fuck wit me we eye to eye in power
Real ones die once all extras for the cowards
Take me to the A fuck it swing me out to broward
Finna shoot to Cali fuck it put me on the flower
Fuck a snot Baby she still love me like my momma eating dinner wit the label heads Feeding Niggas problems



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Writer(s): Jair Golden
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