Hope
(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
I might give a nigga hope, I can't give away my heart
How you ain't got it, but you trappin'
Niggas broke and pullin' stunts
20k ain't shit to me, just blew that shit like it wasn't nothin'
Big boss, can't do nothin' with no nigga gettin' fronted
Bitches swear you want they life every time you take they nigga
Dick soft, ain't good for doin' shit, but eatin' clit
Once that nigga spend a check, sent him right back to his bitch
His whole hood havin' motion, so I spent that block again
I ain't lockin' in with shit, keep a spare key in the cut
I was trippin' 'bout that nigga, 'til his homie helped me up
I ain't havin' nigga problems, 'cause I am a nigga problem
Keep a nigga on a leash for just in case I gotta walk him
Poppin' Plan B's like they perks, I cannot be his baby mama
Hoe yo' nigga is on go, turn into a freak when he off wocky
A hunnid racks in blues, I seen that shit, it made me cocky
He was scared to shoot his shot, so he asked me when I'm droppin'
Don't start dissin' on the net
She seen her nigga heart my story
You think yo' last hoe did you bad, shit I'm worse than Lori Harvey
Once I finish with this nigga, he gon' wish he never started
Once I take her nigga down, me and gang gon' throw a party
Nah, when I take her nigga down, shit I might take him to the East
Before you lock in with the biggest, you gotta lock in with the C's
I been tryna keep my cool, bitches speakin' outta term
Caught that hoe and roughed her up, when you pussy hoes gon' learn?
Aye, yo' bitch ain't on my level
I pop out and clear the air
My nigga gon' stand on smoke, it's like I'm fuckin' on the Devil
Braggin' I let you hit, I cut him off, niggas ain't special
Took another bitch nigga, popped outside, turnt up the pressure
I know that I'm the G.O.A.T., I got these bitches teamin' up
Rollin' up some exotic
Hop out presidential truck
Treated you like a gump, you fell in love and still ain't fuck
He said he want Glocks and switches, need them bitches by the buck
Ayy, ayy
He said he want Glocks and switches, I need them bitches by the buck
On my mama, aye
I might give a nigga hope, I can't give away my heart
How you ain't got it, but you trappin'
Niggas broke and pullin' stunts
20k ain't shit to me, just blew that shit like it wasn't nothin'
Big boss, can't do nothin' with no nigga gettin' fronted
Bitches swear you want they life every time you take they nigga
Dick soft, ain't good for doin' shit, but eatin' clit
Once that nigga spend a check, sent him right back to his bitch
His whole hood havin' motion, so I spent that block again
I ain't lockin' in with shit, keep a spare key in the cut
I was trippin' 'bout that nigga, 'til his homie helped me up
I ain't havin' nigga problems, 'cause I am a nigga problem
Keep a nigga on a leash for just in case I gotta walk him
Poppin' Plan B's like they perks, I cannot be his baby mama
Hoe yo' nigga is on go, turn into a freak when he off wocky
A hunnid racks in blues, I seen that shit, it made me cocky
He was scared to shoot his shot, so he asked me when I'm droppin'
Don't start dissin' on the net
She seen her nigga heart my story
You think yo' last hoe did you bad, shit I'm worse than Lori Harvey
Once I finish with this nigga, he gon' wish he never started
Once I take her nigga down, me and gang gon' throw a party
Nah, when I take her nigga down, shit I might take him to the East
Before you lock in with the biggest, you gotta lock in with the C's
I been tryna keep my cool, bitches speakin' outta term
Caught that hoe and roughed her up, when you pussy hoes gon' learn?
Aye, yo' bitch ain't on my level
I pop out and clear the air
My nigga gon' stand on smoke, it's like I'm fuckin' on the Devil
Braggin' I let you hit, I cut him off, niggas ain't special
Took another bitch nigga, popped outside, turnt up the pressure
I know that I'm the G.O.A.T., I got these bitches teamin' up
Rollin' up some exotic
Hop out presidential truck
Treated you like a gump, you fell in love and still ain't fuck
He said he want Glocks and switches, need them bitches by the buck
Ayy, ayy
He said he want Glocks and switches, I need them bitches by the buck
On my mama, aye
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Writer(s): Brian Wolf, Aaron Butler, Sireunya Eberhardt
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