Lil Bit

You ain't seen me in a while don't worry I'm plotting on money
Your bitch drive me to the bag everyday and get nothing
I take her out to eat she thinking it something
Every time I step out I'm preparing to dump it
Like who in that car im watching and clutching
Don't be thinking its sweet you could die with assumptions
Fly on the wall if im caught at that function
Mind of a og before I was the youngin

Gotta move different when you got that bag nigga
They not on my time I don't act different
I don't remember the last time I was bagging a half zip
These niggas a kill for what im wiping my ass with
Groupie lil bitch asking to rap my adlibs
Shit made me laugh a lil bit
Every bitch gon nag a lil bit
Get on a beat and I brag a lil bit
Stick in my pants so I sag a lil bit
Im back in my bag a tad bit
I add the bread that I made each day, at the end of the month ima average it
And I was broke too I can't even laugh at ya
Turn your hustle up ill bring the packages
And im knowing the time that come with this shit
If I call you my brother Ill crash with ya

Free skinny been a year and some change since I laughed with ya
Remember I slept on the couch with ya
Heard cuz smoked that nigga locked eyes with the witness
Didnt touch em went out like a amateur
Popped a bar with the drink and forgot where I was I didn't care could be laying in Africa
Glick in your purse I bet I up first Ill be damned if I die without damaging
Nothing they saying is factual
Bitch say she never suck dick she a natural
Three different felonies dismissed
Money spent well swear my lawyer an animal
My niggas don't care to look sweet
They building them ricos won't catch us on camera
Shit that im saying is actual
Jump in the streets well Ill give you the manual
They saying the fall off is gradual
Scared of the bottom aint that what lil wayne said
And me and the money compatible
Give a fuck bout that bitch but that's just what my brain said
And that was the bar my chest so cold aint hear from my heart in some months
You aint no smoker for real
Its 2022 and these niggas still rapping bout runtz
Smoking don merfos
I cannot serve those
I got the drink, got the red yellow purple
Nigga want hurt me what is you hurt for
Don't want get mad don't be playing in her phone
I cant be mad at the man that's her fault
Aint take me that long to learn dawg
These bitches gon fuck on who got the motion
This shit in their genes cant turn it off

Gotta move different when you got that bag nigga
They not on my time I don't act different
I don't remember the last time I was bagging a half zip
These niggas a kill for what im wiping my ass with
Groupie lil bitch asking to rap my adlibs
Shit made me laugh a lil bit
Every bitch gon nag a lil bit
Get on a beat and I brag a lil bit
Stick in my pants so I sag a lil bit
Im back in my bag a tad bit
I add the bread that I made each day, at the end of the month ima average it
And I was broke too I can't even laugh at ya
Turn your hustle up ill bring the packages
And im knowing the time that come with this shit
If I call you my brother Ill crash with ya



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Beraki
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