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Them bitches came before us
Yea them bitches over
Don't act like you don't know us
I swear them bitch owe us
Yo nigga call me often
I'm killing shit no coffin
Them bitches know they scared of me
Don't show up to they session B
Don't fuck with me at all
I gotta have it all
Imma take it out on y'all
I gotta give my all
I don't mind if you talk
But watch who you talkin too
I got bitches on point
They clock when you walking thru
Are you doing it for free
Are you doing it for money too
All that hating you doing bih
That ain't a power move
Don't worry bout me
Worry bout you
I got money on you
That you bitches is through
I keep it on mute
Yo nigga my boo
Rock my Jordan's and True's
Drive horses for coupes
Don't start nothin won't be nothin I'm taking it all on a prenup
I'm coming yea bitch it's a pre nut
These bitches can't be me if they was Akeelah
I'm gone off the jack and a cup of tequila
Don't remember you hoes no I really don't know you
My wodies that's riding is molded
Yo people is new naw they really don't know ya
The ice on my neck it explains the cold shoulder
Them bitches came before us
Yea them bitches over
Don't act like you don't know us
I swear them bitch owe us
Yo nigga call me often
I'm killing shit no coffin
Them bitches know they scared of me
Don't show up to they session B
Don't fuck with me at all
I gotta have it all
Imma take it out on y'all
I gotta give my all
Look it's aight if you speak
But know what you speakin bout
And be what you reppin niggas out here flexin
But how can blame them when there's no direction
So live how you live
Shorty fuck who you wanna fuck
Be a thot if you wanna
Aint no problem if you seein comma after comma after comma after comma
The Lord sent me to fuck shit up and speak truth
Until truth becomes too much for you to cope with
Dammit I just spit that dope shit
And my satisfaction is never nigga
Craft gettin better where da cheddar nigga
In a Royce trying to turn five figures to nine
Wit a pack of m&ms and like 12 dimes
And my third line
Dammit it jus rung Fo the third time
Probably some hoe asking fo a favor
Or a nigga trying to talk about some fake paper
That he ain't getting but I ain't tripping
Remember I told you that speaking is cool
And if you feel offended fuck it then boy I'm talking to you
Them bitches came before us
Yea them bitches over
Don't act like you don't know us
I swear them bitch owe us
Yo nigga call me often
I'm killing shit no coffin
Them bitches know they scared of me
Yea them bitches over
Don't act like you don't know us
I swear them bitch owe us
Yo nigga call me often
I'm killing shit no coffin
Them bitches know they scared of me
Don't show up to they session B
Don't fuck with me at all
I gotta have it all
Imma take it out on y'all
I gotta give my all
I don't mind if you talk
But watch who you talkin too
I got bitches on point
They clock when you walking thru
Are you doing it for free
Are you doing it for money too
All that hating you doing bih
That ain't a power move
Don't worry bout me
Worry bout you
I got money on you
That you bitches is through
I keep it on mute
Yo nigga my boo
Rock my Jordan's and True's
Drive horses for coupes
Don't start nothin won't be nothin I'm taking it all on a prenup
I'm coming yea bitch it's a pre nut
These bitches can't be me if they was Akeelah
I'm gone off the jack and a cup of tequila
Don't remember you hoes no I really don't know you
My wodies that's riding is molded
Yo people is new naw they really don't know ya
The ice on my neck it explains the cold shoulder
Them bitches came before us
Yea them bitches over
Don't act like you don't know us
I swear them bitch owe us
Yo nigga call me often
I'm killing shit no coffin
Them bitches know they scared of me
Don't show up to they session B
Don't fuck with me at all
I gotta have it all
Imma take it out on y'all
I gotta give my all
Look it's aight if you speak
But know what you speakin bout
And be what you reppin niggas out here flexin
But how can blame them when there's no direction
So live how you live
Shorty fuck who you wanna fuck
Be a thot if you wanna
Aint no problem if you seein comma after comma after comma after comma
The Lord sent me to fuck shit up and speak truth
Until truth becomes too much for you to cope with
Dammit I just spit that dope shit
And my satisfaction is never nigga
Craft gettin better where da cheddar nigga
In a Royce trying to turn five figures to nine
Wit a pack of m&ms and like 12 dimes
And my third line
Dammit it jus rung Fo the third time
Probably some hoe asking fo a favor
Or a nigga trying to talk about some fake paper
That he ain't getting but I ain't tripping
Remember I told you that speaking is cool
And if you feel offended fuck it then boy I'm talking to you
Them bitches came before us
Yea them bitches over
Don't act like you don't know us
I swear them bitch owe us
Yo nigga call me often
I'm killing shit no coffin
Them bitches know they scared of me
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