F**k Your Repost N***a.
Hahaha Haaa
This shit just keep me calm at this point
You hear me
Hmm hm
Aye I got a- I got a real question
How the fuck all these hoes got a innie belly button
Like every hoe
Every- every hoe got a innie belly button?
God damn
No originality
These nigga hate me
Lil bitch keep trying to date me
Bro trying to bate me
What
Nigga ask me what's my location huh
I'm on vacation yup
Until I find a way to beat my probation damn
The judge tryna break me
My grandmama told baby that's just Satan baby
These niggas be on dicks
Everybody know I don't be on shit
I stay out mix with a thick bad bitch
I get too much money for conflict
I think it's time put me on the list
If I ain't your five I gotttah be six
She thinking Zara
What
Baby these Rick's
What
My bank account came with a switch
Don't get confused nigga I ain't rich
Yeah I say cuz naw I ain't crip
They probably think that I write this shit
I'm like that
They just don't want to admit
Niggas be hating in groups and shit
Sounding the same like a duplicate
Talk about gang like they true to this shit
Nowhere to be found when its time to blick
My Instagram shadow banned got me like damn
One hundred mans we going rock till I'm up again
Fuck a shout out don't repost till you confident
I got less followers than accomplishments
Man don't nobody want to hear about that shit mane
Niggas don't want to hear about you preach about support
None of that shit
Don't nobody want to hear that shit
Matter of fact fuck your repost nigga
Don't repost my shit unless you confident in me
If you ain't confident in me, fuck you
I'm the nigga from trenches
I ain't make it up to riches
But bitch I'm a get it
I got twenty in my bridges
But I got forty by my belt if you play you get finished
All these niggas say they next
But all that drip hit the same you need to replenish
I don't do it for the fame and I ain't part of no gang
Put me in the Guniness
My mic be a treesh
Roller, thot, hoe, bitch
Hop on it and beast
And I give up for free
So you can say all of my music belong to the streets
Yeah my pocket filled with quiche
Fuck is that
Dats some high level grated cheese
I ain't dealing wit a piece
Cuz if my palm itch
Hope you know that I'm a squeeze
Haha haaaaa
This shit just keep me calm at this point
You hear me
Hmm hm
Aye I got a- I got a real question
How the fuck all these hoes got a innie belly button
Like every hoe
Every- every hoe got a innie belly button?
God damn
No originality
These nigga hate me
Lil bitch keep trying to date me
Bro trying to bate me
What
Nigga ask me what's my location huh
I'm on vacation yup
Until I find a way to beat my probation damn
The judge tryna break me
My grandmama told baby that's just Satan baby
These niggas be on dicks
Everybody know I don't be on shit
I stay out mix with a thick bad bitch
I get too much money for conflict
I think it's time put me on the list
If I ain't your five I gotttah be six
She thinking Zara
What
Baby these Rick's
What
My bank account came with a switch
Don't get confused nigga I ain't rich
Yeah I say cuz naw I ain't crip
They probably think that I write this shit
I'm like that
They just don't want to admit
Niggas be hating in groups and shit
Sounding the same like a duplicate
Talk about gang like they true to this shit
Nowhere to be found when its time to blick
My Instagram shadow banned got me like damn
One hundred mans we going rock till I'm up again
Fuck a shout out don't repost till you confident
I got less followers than accomplishments
Man don't nobody want to hear about that shit mane
Niggas don't want to hear about you preach about support
None of that shit
Don't nobody want to hear that shit
Matter of fact fuck your repost nigga
Don't repost my shit unless you confident in me
If you ain't confident in me, fuck you
I'm the nigga from trenches
I ain't make it up to riches
But bitch I'm a get it
I got twenty in my bridges
But I got forty by my belt if you play you get finished
All these niggas say they next
But all that drip hit the same you need to replenish
I don't do it for the fame and I ain't part of no gang
Put me in the Guniness
My mic be a treesh
Roller, thot, hoe, bitch
Hop on it and beast
And I give up for free
So you can say all of my music belong to the streets
Yeah my pocket filled with quiche
Fuck is that
Dats some high level grated cheese
I ain't dealing wit a piece
Cuz if my palm itch
Hope you know that I'm a squeeze
Haha haaaaa
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Writer(s): Keenan Marbury
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