Shade.

Stop all of that shade yeah
Stop all of that shade yeah
Stop all of that shade yeah
I dont play with lames

My boys shoot the K
They tryna get paid
Make an album in a day
I want some of that cake

Forgot her birthday
Didnt even get her no gift
She dont deserve this shit
She can go cry like a bitch

That boy not dyin lit
Two piece with the nine mil
Dinner is on me
Sike bitch im not payin

Sike bitch im just playin
Ill pay for your food
But if i see ya boy
Ima shoot him in the throat

All these diamonds on me
Should call them glowies
That boy still playing with his toys
Im playing with my 40's

My dad in his 40s
My grandpas in his 80s
Im driving a mercades
All these really bitches hate me

Sipping my wock and
I just copped me an ap
Why does she hate me
I gave her like 10k

Stop all of that shade yeah
Stop all of that shade yeah
Stop all of that shade yeah
I dont play with lames

My boys shoot the K
They tryna get paid
Make an album in a day
I want some of that cake

I want some of that cake
I work all damn day
In a factory
Dont give a fuck what you say

Im with my bae yeah
Bae said that she tired
I bought her a plane yeah
Flew her back to her main yeah

This watch so shiny
Its attracting all these bitches
Like they got an orbit
This shit got the force

They be floating around me
Once they see the shine
They think buds got money
And bitch you know they right

It aint even sunny
And this shit shining bright
Its not even funny
What you did to me last night

That bitch wanna front
I wont pay up front
If your pussy trash
Im not paying you hun

Stop all of that shade yeah
Stop all of that shade yeah
Stop all of that shade yeah
I dont play with lames

My boys shoot the K
They tryna get paid
Make an album in a day
I want some of that cake

Forgot her birthday
Didnt even get her no gift
She dont deserve this shit
She can go cry like a bitch



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Writer(s): Jack Abila
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