couldn't u tell?
Yo bitch been hitting my phone
Told her to kick rocks bitch leave me alone
Y'all bitches doing the most, I'm not tryna bone
I'm just tryna get stoned
I might just send you to hell
Glock with a dick finna take off yo scalp
We been making money how couldn't you tell?
You is a rat bitch, you prolly tell
New Glock came in, it came with attachments
I would hit yo bitch, but that bitch is too ratchet
Run up, like DBZ I'm finna blast him
Put that bitch nigga right up in a casket
I do what I want bitch, fuck 12
Last nigga ran up, you know he failed
Stop complaining take yo L
Smoking green you know that smell
Fuck yo handout, fuck yo help
The only nigga I need is myself
I went to the store and I got me a TEC
And I'm finna blow this bitch like I'm a ref
Lil nigga I just got me a gat
Sooner or later Imma have me a Scat
Yo bitch pulled up I broke her back
What's in the air? Bitch this yo pack
No Apple, but I keep me a MAC
I'm richer than you, and that is a fact
Truth be told most you niggas is rats
You don't gotta Glock nigga that is cap
Fuck it, I'm boutta aim at his fitted
You not making money nigga just admit it
Put that flag away nigga get rid of it
Stop tryna be hard bitch I am so sick of it
I been locked in on a check
On my way to the top but I'm not there yet
Finna get there soon Ma, don't you fret
Soon enough we gon be up on a jet
I remember when I didn't have money
Now al these bitches want me, that's funny
But I promise you ain't getting nun from me
You barely know me bitch you do not love me
If you wasn't here then, then why you here now?
You is a fake bro, you is a clown
Back then you wasn't around
And now you tryna hop on the wave of the sound
I might just send you to hell
Glock with a dick finna take off yo scalp
We been making money how couldn't you tell?
You is a rat bitch, you prolly tell
You just keep talking, I don't even listen
I stay making hits but you keep missing
I stay cooking up, turned the booth to a kitchen
Wait that's yo bitch? She unzip my denim
I do what I want bitch, fuck 12
Last nigga ran up, you know he failed
Stop complaining take yo L
Smoking green you know that smell
Shouts out Yeat you hear that bell
Yes I'm high bitch can't you tell?
Off the percs, shit don't feel real
Yes I'm up next bitch I'm for real
Told her to kick rocks bitch leave me alone
Y'all bitches doing the most, I'm not tryna bone
I'm just tryna get stoned
I might just send you to hell
Glock with a dick finna take off yo scalp
We been making money how couldn't you tell?
You is a rat bitch, you prolly tell
New Glock came in, it came with attachments
I would hit yo bitch, but that bitch is too ratchet
Run up, like DBZ I'm finna blast him
Put that bitch nigga right up in a casket
I do what I want bitch, fuck 12
Last nigga ran up, you know he failed
Stop complaining take yo L
Smoking green you know that smell
Fuck yo handout, fuck yo help
The only nigga I need is myself
I went to the store and I got me a TEC
And I'm finna blow this bitch like I'm a ref
Lil nigga I just got me a gat
Sooner or later Imma have me a Scat
Yo bitch pulled up I broke her back
What's in the air? Bitch this yo pack
No Apple, but I keep me a MAC
I'm richer than you, and that is a fact
Truth be told most you niggas is rats
You don't gotta Glock nigga that is cap
Fuck it, I'm boutta aim at his fitted
You not making money nigga just admit it
Put that flag away nigga get rid of it
Stop tryna be hard bitch I am so sick of it
I been locked in on a check
On my way to the top but I'm not there yet
Finna get there soon Ma, don't you fret
Soon enough we gon be up on a jet
I remember when I didn't have money
Now al these bitches want me, that's funny
But I promise you ain't getting nun from me
You barely know me bitch you do not love me
If you wasn't here then, then why you here now?
You is a fake bro, you is a clown
Back then you wasn't around
And now you tryna hop on the wave of the sound
I might just send you to hell
Glock with a dick finna take off yo scalp
We been making money how couldn't you tell?
You is a rat bitch, you prolly tell
You just keep talking, I don't even listen
I stay making hits but you keep missing
I stay cooking up, turned the booth to a kitchen
Wait that's yo bitch? She unzip my denim
I do what I want bitch, fuck 12
Last nigga ran up, you know he failed
Stop complaining take yo L
Smoking green you know that smell
Shouts out Yeat you hear that bell
Yes I'm high bitch can't you tell?
Off the percs, shit don't feel real
Yes I'm up next bitch I'm for real
Credits
Writer(s): Jaden Nettles
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