Intro / Say That
Aye bro, you been a clown lately bro
Why you not hitting me back up bruh
I been trying to get ahold of you
I'm trynna make music Drippie
My bad bruh, I just been busy
Fuckin' working on music, staying to myself
You know how it is
Nah you good man, girls just really be breaking hearts around these cities bro
We just got to stay up, stay together
Man who the fuck breaking your heart man
Don't let these hoes rule you
Come on, send me the fuckin' beat man
Let's make some music
Alright bet let's get it
Break it up, break it up, yeah
No I don't give no fucks, yeah
Chop it up, flip it up, yeah
Big man getting big bucks, yeah
Big man getting big bucks (Big bucks)
Lil' boy got no luck (No luck)
Lil' boy in that tonka truck
Fuckin' his girl at one
You don't know what I gotta say
You don't know bout' shit (Bout' shit)
Got this shit out the fuckin' grit
All blue diamonds that's it (That's it)
Chanel, that's it, Gucci, my fit
Rollie' rollie' on my wrist (My wrist)
Dreamin' of shit, that I can achieve
Sitting back while I spit this shit
You don't know
You don't know (Oh you don't know)
You don't know what I gotta say
You don't know bout' shit
You don't know (Oh you don't know)
You don't know (Oh you don't know)
Got this shit out the fuckin' grit
All blue diamonds that's it
Once I come for you, that's it
We are through with all the bull shit
Sick and tired of all the same shit
Time to make a change I'll admit
Was that you
Put that knife in my back
Was that your time to attack
I don't care I'm counting stacks
All these haters just need to relax
Only worried bout' a heart you broke
That's facts
Need some tape to put it back
I been worried bout' nothing
Wish you were something
Might as well just tell me
You were playing me
Yeah repel me
Love, don't you spell me
Failed me, failed me
Turned my heart into a weapon
Now I learned my lesson
Thought you were a blessing
I be overthinking, now I'm stressing
Took the flowers I gave you
And burned them, burned them
Now I cured them, cured them
Cured them
You don't know what I gotta say
You don't know bout' shit
Got this shit out the fuckin' grit
All blue diamonds that's it
Chanel, that's it, Gucci, my fit
Rollie' rollie' on my wrist
Dreamin' of shit, that I can achieve
Sitting back while I spit this shit
Sitting back while I spit this shit
Thinking about that shit I did
Thinking of all the wrong I've done
No places to hide, no places to run
Yeah, we fucking for fun
Yeah, my money go dumb
Yeah, lil' bitch I'm a don
Watch out, cause here I come
You don't know what I gotta say
You don't know bout' shit (Bout' shit)
Got this shit off the fuckin' grit
All blue diamonds that's it (That's it)
Chanel, that's it, Gucci, my fit
Rollie' rollie' on my wrist (My wrist)
Dreamin' of shit, that I can achieve
Sitting back while I spit this shit
Why you not hitting me back up bruh
I been trying to get ahold of you
I'm trynna make music Drippie
My bad bruh, I just been busy
Fuckin' working on music, staying to myself
You know how it is
Nah you good man, girls just really be breaking hearts around these cities bro
We just got to stay up, stay together
Man who the fuck breaking your heart man
Don't let these hoes rule you
Come on, send me the fuckin' beat man
Let's make some music
Alright bet let's get it
Break it up, break it up, yeah
No I don't give no fucks, yeah
Chop it up, flip it up, yeah
Big man getting big bucks, yeah
Big man getting big bucks (Big bucks)
Lil' boy got no luck (No luck)
Lil' boy in that tonka truck
Fuckin' his girl at one
You don't know what I gotta say
You don't know bout' shit (Bout' shit)
Got this shit out the fuckin' grit
All blue diamonds that's it (That's it)
Chanel, that's it, Gucci, my fit
Rollie' rollie' on my wrist (My wrist)
Dreamin' of shit, that I can achieve
Sitting back while I spit this shit
You don't know
You don't know (Oh you don't know)
You don't know what I gotta say
You don't know bout' shit
You don't know (Oh you don't know)
You don't know (Oh you don't know)
Got this shit out the fuckin' grit
All blue diamonds that's it
Once I come for you, that's it
We are through with all the bull shit
Sick and tired of all the same shit
Time to make a change I'll admit
Was that you
Put that knife in my back
Was that your time to attack
I don't care I'm counting stacks
All these haters just need to relax
Only worried bout' a heart you broke
That's facts
Need some tape to put it back
I been worried bout' nothing
Wish you were something
Might as well just tell me
You were playing me
Yeah repel me
Love, don't you spell me
Failed me, failed me
Turned my heart into a weapon
Now I learned my lesson
Thought you were a blessing
I be overthinking, now I'm stressing
Took the flowers I gave you
And burned them, burned them
Now I cured them, cured them
Cured them
You don't know what I gotta say
You don't know bout' shit
Got this shit out the fuckin' grit
All blue diamonds that's it
Chanel, that's it, Gucci, my fit
Rollie' rollie' on my wrist
Dreamin' of shit, that I can achieve
Sitting back while I spit this shit
Sitting back while I spit this shit
Thinking about that shit I did
Thinking of all the wrong I've done
No places to hide, no places to run
Yeah, we fucking for fun
Yeah, my money go dumb
Yeah, lil' bitch I'm a don
Watch out, cause here I come
You don't know what I gotta say
You don't know bout' shit (Bout' shit)
Got this shit off the fuckin' grit
All blue diamonds that's it (That's it)
Chanel, that's it, Gucci, my fit
Rollie' rollie' on my wrist (My wrist)
Dreamin' of shit, that I can achieve
Sitting back while I spit this shit
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Spear
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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