3 for 3
I aint slept in shit how many days
Not even counting now
Pretty bitches fucking with the fake
Don't even want em now
I would rather bust down on the faces with my partners now
Hop up out the whip like who gon say my shit ain't popping now
Pray for all my kids that she digested
Coulda raised em up to the the message
Father god I'm stressing but I keep receiving blessings
I need more I'm feeling reckless
She adores me and she's foreign I might be the one investing
Keep it cordial I'm the hottest nigga coming out that section
Shawty shaking ass like that's the only thing she's best in
Brother off that perky but its good he's getting checks in
I was eating sitting next to feigns don't treat em less than
Everybody go through what they go through you gon meet the reverend
I was really popping pills just tryna get some rest in
Manifested everything I do no readjustments
Said she wants to fly out to Cancun to keep me bussing
Ima general its safe to say I really came from nothing
Gave her backshots while she's feeling it in her stomach
Ima blast off with this jimmy like I'm a bucket
Take my mask off cuz I'm sick of being a puppet
Baby show me how you
He talkin crazy til we pull up
Crodie lit up his medulla
Need this ice like overnight so bitch I'm flying in my jeweler
Niggas want me dead and gone so I won't ever put my tool up
Run up on me leave em dreaming
Nigga call me Freddy Krueger
My niggas too much
All black wraith I need it for the summer
Lil baby told me she love me
Told that dumb bitch that's a bummer
Like to fuck em from the back and turn a thick hoe to a runner
Why these niggas keep on speaking on my name but don't do nothin
Nigga pull up don't give two fucks what you talking bout
I sent my lil niggas on a mission just to walk em down
Lay chalk around
Kept barkin w no bite we left him where his lil bruh was found
Know karma is a bitch and she gon fuck whoever come around
I got popping now these goofy niggas hate me
I don't love these bitches why they keep on tryna save me
They can't see the vision but to me it's clear as HD
Shot that nigga dead between the eyes for tryna fade me
Milly he a killa they be lookin at me crazy
My pole dirty dancing I ain't talking Patrick Swayze
Niggas cap alot no polo G I know they hate me
Bitch gave me her heart thinking that shit was gon change me
Rappers say they balling shit let's put it to the test
Don't involve me if it ain't about some music or a check
It's like every I hop up in the booth I make a mess
Wit my dogs like everyday I'm feeling like I'm Johnny Test
They had me locked up in that cage from 17-21
Now I need like 7 Ms up in my bank like 21
Don't compare to me to these other rappers most you niggas bums
Y'all can't even fuck with me and I just do this shit for fun
Swear these niggas just ain't ready for the shit that's bout to come
Too much pressure in this blunt it got me fucking up my lungs
I could go and make a milli what I spit from off the tongue
The real messiah ask about me cuz they know I'm one on one
A hunnid twenty on the dash I fuck around and I might crash
Like I said no competition that's cuz all you niggas trash
Yeah I went down for that lick I lost it all and got it back
I done really lived this life before I ever dropped a track
Purple denim on my fabric couple hunnid for these jeans
Bout to go and look at houses down in Houston in the T
Different whips like every month I got the dealer right on speed
Y'all can't even fuck wit me cuz I'm way out you niggas league
Rollers tryna get the drop but I been ducking from the task
They just hate the way I'm living cuz I'm fucking up this cash
Bitch just told me that she missed me I responded wit my tag
Keep the pussy cuz I want what's in yo wallet in that bag
Once you cross me ain't no coming back cuz that's yo only chance
Ain't no two step in this party brodie let the 40 dance
And if she broke ain't no response I told the bitch it's only bands
Got no job or punching up you better hop on only fans
And I guarantee that you ain't met no nigga hard as this
The way I spit know I'm the shit ain't no one harder off the rip
He want smoke he ain't too smart bro spark the wood & spark the whip
It's too easy feel like Weezy might just call this Carter 6
Not even counting now
Pretty bitches fucking with the fake
Don't even want em now
I would rather bust down on the faces with my partners now
Hop up out the whip like who gon say my shit ain't popping now
Pray for all my kids that she digested
Coulda raised em up to the the message
Father god I'm stressing but I keep receiving blessings
I need more I'm feeling reckless
She adores me and she's foreign I might be the one investing
Keep it cordial I'm the hottest nigga coming out that section
Shawty shaking ass like that's the only thing she's best in
Brother off that perky but its good he's getting checks in
I was eating sitting next to feigns don't treat em less than
Everybody go through what they go through you gon meet the reverend
I was really popping pills just tryna get some rest in
Manifested everything I do no readjustments
Said she wants to fly out to Cancun to keep me bussing
Ima general its safe to say I really came from nothing
Gave her backshots while she's feeling it in her stomach
Ima blast off with this jimmy like I'm a bucket
Take my mask off cuz I'm sick of being a puppet
Baby show me how you
He talkin crazy til we pull up
Crodie lit up his medulla
Need this ice like overnight so bitch I'm flying in my jeweler
Niggas want me dead and gone so I won't ever put my tool up
Run up on me leave em dreaming
Nigga call me Freddy Krueger
My niggas too much
All black wraith I need it for the summer
Lil baby told me she love me
Told that dumb bitch that's a bummer
Like to fuck em from the back and turn a thick hoe to a runner
Why these niggas keep on speaking on my name but don't do nothin
Nigga pull up don't give two fucks what you talking bout
I sent my lil niggas on a mission just to walk em down
Lay chalk around
Kept barkin w no bite we left him where his lil bruh was found
Know karma is a bitch and she gon fuck whoever come around
I got popping now these goofy niggas hate me
I don't love these bitches why they keep on tryna save me
They can't see the vision but to me it's clear as HD
Shot that nigga dead between the eyes for tryna fade me
Milly he a killa they be lookin at me crazy
My pole dirty dancing I ain't talking Patrick Swayze
Niggas cap alot no polo G I know they hate me
Bitch gave me her heart thinking that shit was gon change me
Rappers say they balling shit let's put it to the test
Don't involve me if it ain't about some music or a check
It's like every I hop up in the booth I make a mess
Wit my dogs like everyday I'm feeling like I'm Johnny Test
They had me locked up in that cage from 17-21
Now I need like 7 Ms up in my bank like 21
Don't compare to me to these other rappers most you niggas bums
Y'all can't even fuck with me and I just do this shit for fun
Swear these niggas just ain't ready for the shit that's bout to come
Too much pressure in this blunt it got me fucking up my lungs
I could go and make a milli what I spit from off the tongue
The real messiah ask about me cuz they know I'm one on one
A hunnid twenty on the dash I fuck around and I might crash
Like I said no competition that's cuz all you niggas trash
Yeah I went down for that lick I lost it all and got it back
I done really lived this life before I ever dropped a track
Purple denim on my fabric couple hunnid for these jeans
Bout to go and look at houses down in Houston in the T
Different whips like every month I got the dealer right on speed
Y'all can't even fuck wit me cuz I'm way out you niggas league
Rollers tryna get the drop but I been ducking from the task
They just hate the way I'm living cuz I'm fucking up this cash
Bitch just told me that she missed me I responded wit my tag
Keep the pussy cuz I want what's in yo wallet in that bag
Once you cross me ain't no coming back cuz that's yo only chance
Ain't no two step in this party brodie let the 40 dance
And if she broke ain't no response I told the bitch it's only bands
Got no job or punching up you better hop on only fans
And I guarantee that you ain't met no nigga hard as this
The way I spit know I'm the shit ain't no one harder off the rip
He want smoke he ain't too smart bro spark the wood & spark the whip
It's too easy feel like Weezy might just call this Carter 6
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