No Funny Shit
Okay how long is this gone take I gotta know
I got some shit to do right now I gotta go
Man fuck your feelings time ain't slowing down for no one
I can't quit or give this up until its all done
I see these niggas biting swag they like my son
I just popped a half in twenty minutes ill be dumb lit
I can swear to dog that one of these days ill get my mom rich
I can't fuck with you you're so damn spoiled like a dumb bitch
I be out on my own everyday tryna stack it up
Got a bad ass bitch tryna fuck told her back it up
I can't trust a soul sometimes I question my own pops
I know ima die alone this music shit is all I got
Hold up
Tell me what the fuck you really want from me
Can you keep it G with me cause ima keep it one hundred
This is me all of me yeah oh
I shoulda been doing this from the start
I bet I woulda been on by now
I get trapped in my head man no funny shit
Some nights I wish I was dead or someone else I'm sick of this
Okay fuck it ill do me until I'm really rich
Don't tell me what it was no tell me what it is yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Barbee bitch she posted up in plastic
I don't want the fake love really you can have it
And I'm tired of living life
Thinking I'm so damn fucking average
Tryna focus on myself maintain and stack up all this baggage
Tell me why you so dramatic
Always worried about the past tense
I got some shit to do right now I gotta go
Man fuck your feelings time ain't slowing down for no one
I can't quit or give this up until its all done
I see these niggas biting swag they like my son
I just popped a half in twenty minutes ill be dumb lit
I can swear to dog that one of these days ill get my mom rich
I can't fuck with you you're so damn spoiled like a dumb bitch
I be out on my own everyday tryna stack it up
Got a bad ass bitch tryna fuck told her back it up
I can't trust a soul sometimes I question my own pops
I know ima die alone this music shit is all I got
Hold up
Tell me what the fuck you really want from me
Can you keep it G with me cause ima keep it one hundred
This is me all of me yeah oh
I shoulda been doing this from the start
I bet I woulda been on by now
I get trapped in my head man no funny shit
Some nights I wish I was dead or someone else I'm sick of this
Okay fuck it ill do me until I'm really rich
Don't tell me what it was no tell me what it is yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Barbee bitch she posted up in plastic
I don't want the fake love really you can have it
And I'm tired of living life
Thinking I'm so damn fucking average
Tryna focus on myself maintain and stack up all this baggage
Tell me why you so dramatic
Always worried about the past tense
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Writer(s): Jaiden Jefferson
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