Don't Get Me Started
What's up, ho'? 'Cause when the fuck you started talkin' like that? Bitch
What?
Fuck you mean, ho'?
Hahahaha
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe)
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, nigga, I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma go back to the apartments, nigga
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, nigga
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, nigga
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, nigga
You hate me bad, I hope you niggas know I ain't even started, nigga
I ain't never been to Cali', tell seven hundred I ain't even cappin'
Might text me a bitch, say, "LOL," on me, I ain't even laughin'
These pussy niggas takin' extra L's, they really lackin'
If I had to choose between trap or rap, on God, I'm trappin'
If I had to choose between fightin' or shootin', I'm goin' for clappin'
Might take your bitch for ransom, roll her up, and go kidnap her
You know I ain't chasin' hoes, I'm out of breath like I got asthma
I'm gettin' money like Chicken Man's son, but I ain't no snapper
I'm bendin' the corner, whippin' that Ghost through this bitch like I'm Casper
I'm draped in Dan, but not Lil Baby cousin, this shit here Dapper
I told my bitch just take her time, I don't know how to change no pamper
But I could be your man and run the streets and still be a rapper
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, nigga, I was slidin', and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma go back to the apartments, nigga
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, nigga
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, nigga
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, nigga
You hate me bad, I hope you niggas know I ain't even started, nigga
Don't get me started, nigga, I'll bust a move and up my rank
If I can't fuck you, bitch, don't play, you know you fuckin' dank
Bitch can't even hit the B'n'B, you ain't fuckin', what you think?
I'm thuggin' hard, but to my mama, she still think I'm a saint
Uh, nigga tryna rock my boat, don't know they gon' sink
Uh, nigga try to bend that road, on God, he gon' sing
I'm belt to ass on all these niggas like Pootie Tang
And I just came in for the bag, I don't want the fame
You know I'm raised up in this shit like Raising Cane's
She say she full of wizard, might make her give up the brain
I'm young and turnt, I want a bust down, no, not plain
I ain't flew to Cali' since I lost 150 on that plane
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, nigga, I was slidin', and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma go back to the apartments, nigga
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, nigga
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, nigga
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, nigga
You hate me bad, I hope you niggas know I ain't even started, nigga
What?
Fuck you mean, ho'?
Hahahaha
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe)
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, nigga, I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma go back to the apartments, nigga
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, nigga
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, nigga
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, nigga
You hate me bad, I hope you niggas know I ain't even started, nigga
I ain't never been to Cali', tell seven hundred I ain't even cappin'
Might text me a bitch, say, "LOL," on me, I ain't even laughin'
These pussy niggas takin' extra L's, they really lackin'
If I had to choose between trap or rap, on God, I'm trappin'
If I had to choose between fightin' or shootin', I'm goin' for clappin'
Might take your bitch for ransom, roll her up, and go kidnap her
You know I ain't chasin' hoes, I'm out of breath like I got asthma
I'm gettin' money like Chicken Man's son, but I ain't no snapper
I'm bendin' the corner, whippin' that Ghost through this bitch like I'm Casper
I'm draped in Dan, but not Lil Baby cousin, this shit here Dapper
I told my bitch just take her time, I don't know how to change no pamper
But I could be your man and run the streets and still be a rapper
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, nigga, I was slidin', and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma go back to the apartments, nigga
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, nigga
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, nigga
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, nigga
You hate me bad, I hope you niggas know I ain't even started, nigga
Don't get me started, nigga, I'll bust a move and up my rank
If I can't fuck you, bitch, don't play, you know you fuckin' dank
Bitch can't even hit the B'n'B, you ain't fuckin', what you think?
I'm thuggin' hard, but to my mama, she still think I'm a saint
Uh, nigga tryna rock my boat, don't know they gon' sink
Uh, nigga try to bend that road, on God, he gon' sing
I'm belt to ass on all these niggas like Pootie Tang
And I just came in for the bag, I don't want the fame
You know I'm raised up in this shit like Raising Cane's
She say she full of wizard, might make her give up the brain
I'm young and turnt, I want a bust down, no, not plain
I ain't flew to Cali' since I lost 150 on that plane
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, nigga, I was slidin', and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, nigga, I'ma go back to the apartments, nigga
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, nigga
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, nigga
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, nigga
You hate me bad, I hope you niggas know I ain't even started, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Paul L. Williams Jr., Jalen T. Foster
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