Ain't Sweet
Yea ou ou ou yea ou ha ha
Yea I ain't cheap, I know ain't shit free, she a freak
And I smoke like cheech the whip sitting up neat
I got big balenci feet, ballin like I'm two three
Don't think shit sweet, get your whole trap breached
And my whole team eat, bitch I'm clean like bleach
Bitch I'm kayed up and caked up been trappin all week
Niggas think they outta reach, I'd rather not speak
Ima let it die down boy you sweet like peach
I ain't anybody I step out & I get spotted
I ain't gotta choose cop em both I need options
Hottest in my city I'm that bitch I'm being honest
Ima lil bitty bitch hoppin out the big body
Need another bag can't fit these racks up in my pockets
Fuckin on a bitch she ain't for me that hoe adopted
Plug in my city making profits of exotics
Making plays in the projects book a trip out to the tropics
I ain't sweet, moving packs all week
And my weed ain't cheap, served your hoe she a fien
When I eat I needa feast, I'm never looking at receipts
If you see me on the scene, lil bitch I charged a fee
I ain't cheap, I know ain't shit free, she a freak
And I smoke like cheech the whip sitting up neat
I got big balenci feet, ballin like I'm two three
Don't think shit sweet, get your whole trap breached
And my whole team eat, bitch I'm clean like bleach
Bitch I'm kayed up and caked up been trappin all week
Niggas think they outta reach, I'd rather not speak
Ima let it die down boy you sweet like peach
Dude played me for sweet must've had thought I was pussy
Price up on your head best believe that I took it
From a gram to a key nigga know I can cook it
Thirteen murderside represent to the fullest
I know y'all niggas mad I came up
Got some patnas that I was down with that had changed up
Man I know the other side drove they can't tame us
Last bitch left me but I really couldn't blame her
Really tryna make it out the gutter this bitch wicked
I'm cold at hustling but this rapping shit my ticket
Need some acres in the country and a flooded Richard Millie
Bitch I'm from New Orleans where niggas ain't showing pity
For real
I ain't cheap, I know ain't shit free, she a freak
And I smoke like cheech the whip sitting up neat
I got big balenci feet, ballin like I'm two three
Don't think shit sweet, get your whole trap breached
And my whole team eat, bitch I'm clean like bleach
Bitch I'm kayed up and caked up been trappin all week
Niggas think they outta reach, I'd rather not speak
Ima let it die down boy you sweet like peach
Yea I ain't cheap, I know ain't shit free, she a freak
And I smoke like cheech the whip sitting up neat
I got big balenci feet, ballin like I'm two three
Don't think shit sweet, get your whole trap breached
And my whole team eat, bitch I'm clean like bleach
Bitch I'm kayed up and caked up been trappin all week
Niggas think they outta reach, I'd rather not speak
Ima let it die down boy you sweet like peach
I ain't anybody I step out & I get spotted
I ain't gotta choose cop em both I need options
Hottest in my city I'm that bitch I'm being honest
Ima lil bitty bitch hoppin out the big body
Need another bag can't fit these racks up in my pockets
Fuckin on a bitch she ain't for me that hoe adopted
Plug in my city making profits of exotics
Making plays in the projects book a trip out to the tropics
I ain't sweet, moving packs all week
And my weed ain't cheap, served your hoe she a fien
When I eat I needa feast, I'm never looking at receipts
If you see me on the scene, lil bitch I charged a fee
I ain't cheap, I know ain't shit free, she a freak
And I smoke like cheech the whip sitting up neat
I got big balenci feet, ballin like I'm two three
Don't think shit sweet, get your whole trap breached
And my whole team eat, bitch I'm clean like bleach
Bitch I'm kayed up and caked up been trappin all week
Niggas think they outta reach, I'd rather not speak
Ima let it die down boy you sweet like peach
Dude played me for sweet must've had thought I was pussy
Price up on your head best believe that I took it
From a gram to a key nigga know I can cook it
Thirteen murderside represent to the fullest
I know y'all niggas mad I came up
Got some patnas that I was down with that had changed up
Man I know the other side drove they can't tame us
Last bitch left me but I really couldn't blame her
Really tryna make it out the gutter this bitch wicked
I'm cold at hustling but this rapping shit my ticket
Need some acres in the country and a flooded Richard Millie
Bitch I'm from New Orleans where niggas ain't showing pity
For real
I ain't cheap, I know ain't shit free, she a freak
And I smoke like cheech the whip sitting up neat
I got big balenci feet, ballin like I'm two three
Don't think shit sweet, get your whole trap breached
And my whole team eat, bitch I'm clean like bleach
Bitch I'm kayed up and caked up been trappin all week
Niggas think they outta reach, I'd rather not speak
Ima let it die down boy you sweet like peach
Credits
Writer(s): Ariel Riley, Nathaniel Holden
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