Rejects
She ask if me if I love her
Sorry baby I just need checks
I only love that paper
Over you, I'm not gon be stressed
I been in the studio
Cuz one day we gon be next
Been playin' wit my autotune
So I can fly a p-jet
Shinin' off my rhymin'
Put my people in them b-guettes
We came up from behind
They used to treat us like some rejects
Now you hear me spittin' lines
I'm doin' fine, and you can see that
I'm always on the grind, ain't wastin' time
I'm tryna see checks
Member I ain't have a dollar
I was hoopin', tryna heat check
Know I'm smart just like a scholar
Spittin' bars, so we can see Vettes
She ain't care when I was broke
So ain't respondin' to no freak text
I got treated like a joke
So hell no, can't get the seats wet
Don't care about no deep neck
Baby I just wanna sweet check
I'm grindin' till I see the day
My people out them p-jects
Me and Pablo sharin' clothes
Man I got tired of wearin' v-necks
For him, gon get a Rolls
And they gon hate the day that we flex
These niggas can't compare to me
On God, they can't een come close
Remember they won't fair to me
And now I'm head huncho
Smokin' on these fingers
Love inhalin' allat blunt smoke
Forty filled up wit some stingers
Leave you wailin' if my gun go
Been focused since my brother died
Can't lie, it ain't no fun tho
Been clutchin' since his mother cried
You play, I let my gun blow
Ain't fuckin' wit no other guys
Don't ask if we need one more
For me gon let that cutta rise
Ain't trippin' when it's gun smoke
Know I'm standin' by myself
I ain't have to claim a set
I been gettin' to the wealth
Lately, tryna chase a check
They gon pay me for my bars
Man I ain't into wastin' breath
I want the ceiling with the stars
Just cuz we gon make it next
I been stayin' out the way
But hell nahh, can't take a rest
Smokin' pasto, love the taste
You know we only face the best
Need to cope, erase the stress
Blowin' dope, mistaken frets
Lately I been in my zone
I'm clutchin' chrome, ain't takin' threats
She ask if me if I love her
Sorry baby I just need checks
I only love that paper
Over you, I'm not gon be stressed
I been in the studio
Cuz one day we gon be next
Been playin' wit my autotune
So I can fly a p-jet
Shinin' off my rhymin'
Put my people In them b-guettes
We came up from behind
They used to treat us like some rejects
Now you hear me spittin' lines
I'm doin' fine, and you can see that
I'm always on the grind, ain't wastin' time
I'm tryna see checks
Fake love, man you can keep dat
Niggas bitches, need a heat pad
When you down bad on yo dick
Man where the fuck do niggas be at
They used to count me out
So hell nahh, don't try to creep back
They used to doubt me loud
I swear to God, gon make 'em eat dat
They hear me switchin' verbs
And when I snap, they run the beat back
I'm in here twistin' herbs
And offa thrax, you know I be smacked
Cappin' on yo flicks
On Instagram, you need to relax
They seen you flexin' bricks
And now you gotta pay a fee tax
She ask me if I love her
Sorry baby, need a hunnit large
Won't nowhere to be found
When I was late in traffic, duckin' narcs
She told me I won't shit
And now they blame the boy for pluckin' hearts
Been focused gettin' rich
While movin' P's, I'm tryna duck a charge
Sorry baby I just need checks
I only love that paper
Over you, I'm not gon be stressed
I been in the studio
Cuz one day we gon be next
Been playin' wit my autotune
So I can fly a p-jet
Shinin' off my rhymin'
Put my people in them b-guettes
We came up from behind
They used to treat us like some rejects
Now you hear me spittin' lines
I'm doin' fine, and you can see that
I'm always on the grind, ain't wastin' time
I'm tryna see checks
Member I ain't have a dollar
I was hoopin', tryna heat check
Know I'm smart just like a scholar
Spittin' bars, so we can see Vettes
She ain't care when I was broke
So ain't respondin' to no freak text
I got treated like a joke
So hell no, can't get the seats wet
Don't care about no deep neck
Baby I just wanna sweet check
I'm grindin' till I see the day
My people out them p-jects
Me and Pablo sharin' clothes
Man I got tired of wearin' v-necks
For him, gon get a Rolls
And they gon hate the day that we flex
These niggas can't compare to me
On God, they can't een come close
Remember they won't fair to me
And now I'm head huncho
Smokin' on these fingers
Love inhalin' allat blunt smoke
Forty filled up wit some stingers
Leave you wailin' if my gun go
Been focused since my brother died
Can't lie, it ain't no fun tho
Been clutchin' since his mother cried
You play, I let my gun blow
Ain't fuckin' wit no other guys
Don't ask if we need one more
For me gon let that cutta rise
Ain't trippin' when it's gun smoke
Know I'm standin' by myself
I ain't have to claim a set
I been gettin' to the wealth
Lately, tryna chase a check
They gon pay me for my bars
Man I ain't into wastin' breath
I want the ceiling with the stars
Just cuz we gon make it next
I been stayin' out the way
But hell nahh, can't take a rest
Smokin' pasto, love the taste
You know we only face the best
Need to cope, erase the stress
Blowin' dope, mistaken frets
Lately I been in my zone
I'm clutchin' chrome, ain't takin' threats
She ask if me if I love her
Sorry baby I just need checks
I only love that paper
Over you, I'm not gon be stressed
I been in the studio
Cuz one day we gon be next
Been playin' wit my autotune
So I can fly a p-jet
Shinin' off my rhymin'
Put my people In them b-guettes
We came up from behind
They used to treat us like some rejects
Now you hear me spittin' lines
I'm doin' fine, and you can see that
I'm always on the grind, ain't wastin' time
I'm tryna see checks
Fake love, man you can keep dat
Niggas bitches, need a heat pad
When you down bad on yo dick
Man where the fuck do niggas be at
They used to count me out
So hell nahh, don't try to creep back
They used to doubt me loud
I swear to God, gon make 'em eat dat
They hear me switchin' verbs
And when I snap, they run the beat back
I'm in here twistin' herbs
And offa thrax, you know I be smacked
Cappin' on yo flicks
On Instagram, you need to relax
They seen you flexin' bricks
And now you gotta pay a fee tax
She ask me if I love her
Sorry baby, need a hunnit large
Won't nowhere to be found
When I was late in traffic, duckin' narcs
She told me I won't shit
And now they blame the boy for pluckin' hearts
Been focused gettin' rich
While movin' P's, I'm tryna duck a charge
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Writer(s): Keonte Bradley
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