Outro
Yeah this song is just really how it started you know what I'm saying like
Crazy shit just goin on everyday in this world you know what I'm saying like
(Trapboy Manny)
How the fuck this shit happen, niggas really be trappin
Sometimes shit just turn in to tragic, sometimes shit turn in to havoc
I don't what is happen, I just know that I'm rappin
And if niggas is laughin, then I know they ain't nothin
And I know that they bluffin
At the end of the day no discussion
I just been shootin my shoot, and you know that I been bussin
I don't give a fuck about a cop, niggas talkin it's nothin
I just wanna get up, I already told you that it is somethin (Yeah)
Getting to the bag you know I'm too damn lit (Gang)
Bad bitch on my dick, and she got on it too damn quick (Quick)
Too damn quick, bitch I do this shit
Bitch I knew this shit
This just another outro and I just did it quick
And I just fucked on mad hoes, now they on my dick
I just get on mad breesh, it's the only thing I need
I told that bitch that she's a treesh, so back the fuck up
I don't need you my life no mo lil b (No more)
It's a solo beat, I just did my own damn thing
(Solo)
And I'm doin me, like it's poetry
And I'm singing shit
I got many rings, like I'm curry
Fuck you trynna say, get buried
Tryna say that dumb thing
He get shot quick, I don't give two fucks bitch (Give two fucks)
And my feet in the floor its the tropics
Made another one, I just made a big shit
Big hit
And she on my big list
Fuck you tryna say you can't say shit to my face bitch
Turn up then, now I'm really feeling gracious
Scratches on my, now she really trynna taste dick
Tryna turn up
And I really ran up
And I got it my way
I can't play like no way (My way)
She wanna play like 2k
I can't play like no
She want to play these games
I can't fuck with hoes
I just did my thing, yeah and that's fo sho (That's fo sho)
Bad bitch gave me brain in the deep for sho
Feeling like an ocean water, water drippin soak in'
I don't give two fucks man, wanna count these Benjamins
All about the benjis, what you trynna say, say it to my face
Little basic hoe
What you tryna say (She a little basic hoe)
(She a little basic hoe, she a little basic hoe
She a little basic hoe)
(She a little basic hoe, she a little basic hoe
She a little basic hoe, sh)
(She a little basic hoe, cause she a little basic hoe)
I just wanna do everything right and yeah that's fuckin facts
I know she ain't a keeper motherfucka, and that's just fuckin...
That's fuckin facts (Facts)
And that's just fuckin facts, I told you that I'm done with that (That)
I always bout the bag
And you can tell about my albums
You know I'm bout the racks (Bout the racks)
I can't fuck with niggas stuntin'
They know nothin
And just wanna do what is mine
Fuck it bitch, I know she want me to hit it from behind
I know she wanna, lemme get in between
I just want to get it good
Wanna do my thing
I'm gettin to the bag it's the only thing I need
I need
Crazy shit just goin on everyday in this world you know what I'm saying like
(Trapboy Manny)
How the fuck this shit happen, niggas really be trappin
Sometimes shit just turn in to tragic, sometimes shit turn in to havoc
I don't what is happen, I just know that I'm rappin
And if niggas is laughin, then I know they ain't nothin
And I know that they bluffin
At the end of the day no discussion
I just been shootin my shoot, and you know that I been bussin
I don't give a fuck about a cop, niggas talkin it's nothin
I just wanna get up, I already told you that it is somethin (Yeah)
Getting to the bag you know I'm too damn lit (Gang)
Bad bitch on my dick, and she got on it too damn quick (Quick)
Too damn quick, bitch I do this shit
Bitch I knew this shit
This just another outro and I just did it quick
And I just fucked on mad hoes, now they on my dick
I just get on mad breesh, it's the only thing I need
I told that bitch that she's a treesh, so back the fuck up
I don't need you my life no mo lil b (No more)
It's a solo beat, I just did my own damn thing
(Solo)
And I'm doin me, like it's poetry
And I'm singing shit
I got many rings, like I'm curry
Fuck you trynna say, get buried
Tryna say that dumb thing
He get shot quick, I don't give two fucks bitch (Give two fucks)
And my feet in the floor its the tropics
Made another one, I just made a big shit
Big hit
And she on my big list
Fuck you tryna say you can't say shit to my face bitch
Turn up then, now I'm really feeling gracious
Scratches on my, now she really trynna taste dick
Tryna turn up
And I really ran up
And I got it my way
I can't play like no way (My way)
She wanna play like 2k
I can't play like no
She want to play these games
I can't fuck with hoes
I just did my thing, yeah and that's fo sho (That's fo sho)
Bad bitch gave me brain in the deep for sho
Feeling like an ocean water, water drippin soak in'
I don't give two fucks man, wanna count these Benjamins
All about the benjis, what you trynna say, say it to my face
Little basic hoe
What you tryna say (She a little basic hoe)
(She a little basic hoe, she a little basic hoe
She a little basic hoe)
(She a little basic hoe, she a little basic hoe
She a little basic hoe, sh)
(She a little basic hoe, cause she a little basic hoe)
I just wanna do everything right and yeah that's fuckin facts
I know she ain't a keeper motherfucka, and that's just fuckin...
That's fuckin facts (Facts)
And that's just fuckin facts, I told you that I'm done with that (That)
I always bout the bag
And you can tell about my albums
You know I'm bout the racks (Bout the racks)
I can't fuck with niggas stuntin'
They know nothin
And just wanna do what is mine
Fuck it bitch, I know she want me to hit it from behind
I know she wanna, lemme get in between
I just want to get it good
Wanna do my thing
I'm gettin to the bag it's the only thing I need
I need
Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Edobor
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