High Speed Music
Yeah you turnt pj
What the Fuck Nima
I done fell in love with the rapping
Fuck the scamming How the fuck you fuck with bro? If that nigga telling
A billionaire nigga All that sh we
A billionaire nigga all that Smoke we inhale it
(We inhale it)
I was broke up on my ass I ain't had nothing Your bro died bitch you cried You aint grab nothing
I love my nigga
They consider me The bad cousin A billionaire Give it away If I had something
Huh
They don't really understand the struggle I love my granny like my mama Stupid that's my muscle
A quiet Nigga if he play bitch I'ma flush em
He talking on the gram loud But they steady fronting
Mm
Look
She goin try to hump a nigga
If she found out what I made I got niggas in this shit Doin a roll state to state
I'm a wok-hart demon Sipping shit since 7th grade I don't want to hear shit
Niggas don't even get no plays Hit the bitch twice stupid Keep on begging can I stay
I got money on my mind What the fuck did I say? I got anger built up
Better get up out my way I'm not signing no deal You can't turn me
To a slave
I ain't never need no bitch and I ain't never need no brother Couple keep on talking shit
They will get hit with Eachother
I'm the same nigga Give me nothing
Turn that shit to something
Keep on tryna throw me neck bitch?
Nah give me money I'm a billionaire boy But I was raised up in the hunnid
You ain't never seen a dead nigga
Why you keep on fronting
I was sleeping with the rats
Niggas really came from nothing
Where I'm from we do ones
We don't really do no jumping I had no dad I had my grand daddy
When my nigga left Bitch I was not happy
Said she want to fall in love That would not happen
Red bottoms on my feetThese is not Lanvins
I done fell in love with the rapping Fuck the scamming How the fuck you fuck with bro? If that nigga telling
A billionaire nigga All that sh we- A billionaire nigga all that Smoke we inhale it
(We inhale it)
I was broke up on my ass I ain't had nothing Your bro died bitch you cried You aint grab nothing
I love my nigga They consider me The bad cousin A billionaire Give it away If I had something
What the Fuck Nima
I done fell in love with the rapping
Fuck the scamming How the fuck you fuck with bro? If that nigga telling
A billionaire nigga All that sh we
A billionaire nigga all that Smoke we inhale it
(We inhale it)
I was broke up on my ass I ain't had nothing Your bro died bitch you cried You aint grab nothing
I love my nigga
They consider me The bad cousin A billionaire Give it away If I had something
Huh
They don't really understand the struggle I love my granny like my mama Stupid that's my muscle
A quiet Nigga if he play bitch I'ma flush em
He talking on the gram loud But they steady fronting
Mm
Look
She goin try to hump a nigga
If she found out what I made I got niggas in this shit Doin a roll state to state
I'm a wok-hart demon Sipping shit since 7th grade I don't want to hear shit
Niggas don't even get no plays Hit the bitch twice stupid Keep on begging can I stay
I got money on my mind What the fuck did I say? I got anger built up
Better get up out my way I'm not signing no deal You can't turn me
To a slave
I ain't never need no bitch and I ain't never need no brother Couple keep on talking shit
They will get hit with Eachother
I'm the same nigga Give me nothing
Turn that shit to something
Keep on tryna throw me neck bitch?
Nah give me money I'm a billionaire boy But I was raised up in the hunnid
You ain't never seen a dead nigga
Why you keep on fronting
I was sleeping with the rats
Niggas really came from nothing
Where I'm from we do ones
We don't really do no jumping I had no dad I had my grand daddy
When my nigga left Bitch I was not happy
Said she want to fall in love That would not happen
Red bottoms on my feetThese is not Lanvins
I done fell in love with the rapping Fuck the scamming How the fuck you fuck with bro? If that nigga telling
A billionaire nigga All that sh we- A billionaire nigga all that Smoke we inhale it
(We inhale it)
I was broke up on my ass I ain't had nothing Your bro died bitch you cried You aint grab nothing
I love my nigga They consider me The bad cousin A billionaire Give it away If I had something
Credits
Writer(s): Keshawn King
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