Aint Funny (izaya flow)

Shout out my guys that's gone stay with me
Love everybody who prays for me
I love everybody who hangs with me
You're not my gang you can't hang with me
They just want me for the fame homie
You know that G two gone stay on me
Bitch I'm a goat you can't wait on me
Need me a thought put your weight on me
You know I'm on fire with the flames on me
Shooting from three call me dame homie
You know we're going to smoke on your dead homie

Bitch I got a pole I'm a bust it
Real act we don't drink Robitussin
Bitch all on my phone we be fussing
When we're in real life we be loving
I want that girl yeah I been crushing
Does she got somebody she crushing
Baby I want you to love me
Maybe that bitch doesn't love me
You know that I am in love
But I'm in love with the money
You think I'm joking but this shit ain't funny
Watch them hop on my wave like a bunny
You know they're going to sleep on my wave

I say I'm okay but I'm not okay
I'm still going to run up and get the paper
Boy get the fuck up out my way
Yeah I'm a just go MIA
She's stuck in my brain she stuck in my head
Yeah I'm a just fill my brain with some lead
Smoke me an eight and I'm going to bed
We whipping Mercedes we whipping a Benz yeah

You know that them choppers they're coming in hot
Get what you deserve you deserve to rot
Yeah look at me I'm out here toting this rod
I remember he was just talking that shit
Now he's getting dumped in a pond
Thirty on me yeah I keep it a bond
Thirty on me yeah I keep it a buck
If I'm with a gun then you better duck
If I got a gun then you're out of luck
We're not done til my boys see the sun
We're not stopping til my boys number one
I take it for real I don't take it for fun
How much in your account Oh you've got none
Yeah bitch I'm the leader I'm always in front
Balling hard yeah just got an and one
That boy soft as fuck just like honey bun
why does that bitch want me in between her buns
Man fuck all that shit I'm a hit and run
That bitch is a thot that bitch is a cunt
Yeah bitch I'm your dad little bitch you're my son
You will never ever be greater than us

You got a pole but that shit don't bust
Your bitch on my phone she wants me to bust
It's premium gas shit hurting my lungs
I love when she kiss me with a little bit of tongue
Yeah look at my shoes its Louis Vuitton
Best believe that I got these on
I step on the ground I'm making my mark
Two two three Bet that bitch bark
Whatever I make this shit is some art
Shout out to Julian he making that art