Blanking

Finna blank on niggas
Gang

Tryna get a drac and name it josh for all the hating niggas, uh
If we ain't fucking ian really hanging witcha, na
On medieval timing tryna hang a nigga
Wasn't in a gang but on the court I'm tryna bang on niggas
Looking for the clout I cant get famous witcha
Never leave my brothers that's the motto never say it different
And when I make it to the top not even changing feelins
Fuck you then and fuck you now the anger never left the picture

Get the short end of the stick man life's a bitch
But niggas still calling me big dog
His head was getting steamy so I had to take the lid off
Kobes on the court but lately dunking what I been on
His yankee lost the brim I'm pushing buttons snap it back on
Niggas throwing fits when they be lying throw the cap on
My souljas get to jumpin so I had to turn my swag on
Hate a nigga always talking tuff don't gotta act hard
I hate a nigga always gotta bluff man you a rip off

Fuck it I could really make a diss song
But ion got the time or give a fuck cus I get pissed off
I'm doing all my vocals nigga fuck it bleepin shit out
I'm really having fun while all you niggas getting shit on

I'm making throwaways but niggas fucking with it
Callin niggas gang but on the real don't even fuck with niggas
Put the pussy on my face and she gon love a nigga
Ass was looking fat but up in person shit look even bigger

A nigga stacking bread call it monopoly
A leader not a follower cus niggas always copy me
NLMB running all this shit call it democracy
I open up my twitter niggas canceled for misogyny
She want me on the show with Dr. Phil what's yo philosophy
Was tryna make it work but now I see you just a opp to me
Eat the pussy good I studied hard in gynecology
And off the liq I eat it even better drink responsibly

Hate a mutha fucka talkin up with that hypocrisy
You do it but I can't I swear to God that shit so odd to me
Asking bout my bodies said it's just from curiosity
but what I heard about you shit you fuckin with pornography

I be going crazy on the mic call me a prophecy
They ask if imma rapper at this point I tell em possibly
Really just a hobby but I'm making hella quality
And honestly, ian doing shows unless the squad w me
Bitch

I'm on this mission to the riches
We aint worried bout no bitches
Talk that shit and end up missing
My shooter shoot like Scottie Pippen
Niggas hating cus we trending
This ain't madden but we blitzing
I got the sauce, yea I'm drippin
My shit cost, this authentic
Yo bitch lost, say you trippin
Come get taught, nigga listen
I'm the boss, I'm the sickest
Breaking walls, this a clinic
She been feining for a minute
I got flavors I got what you need just call me a picnic
Crop a nigga out the picture
I can't cuff her I can't kiss her
Bitch my nina got a temper
And I'm cold just like December
Me and Tino riding dirty ion think we got no worries
Load that clip you got a 30

Always grinding for the bread I got niggas calling me busy man
City boy or sum even better call it city man
Got baddies everywhere you tweaking always being picky man
Yea I heard about her but I really want her pretty friend
Got niggas talking bout me ion know so would you fill me in
And she always reply cus I know words to really reel em in
She ain't have no feelings til a nigga made her feel again
A counsel to the people guess I'm helping shorty heal again
Bitch



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Writer(s): Johnathan Richardson
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