What I Came For
Yea they really got me, fucked up
Yeah i really got it, fucked up
Yea I'm really gettin, shit poppin
They really gotta
They really gotta explain, explain them selfs
Man I really gotta get bread
And get, get this bag
Man these niggas really playin
Their playin with their damn self
Bitches and fucking hoes
Yeah these niggas really lame as fuck
I'm gettin all my cash
And these niggas better really get, get back
When this choppa, really come out
Yea this chopper really gotta big blast
Like damn I'ma get all my bags
And I'ma really prosper
Fuck niggas really tryna act harder
Man who the fuck really taught these niggas to act
I got my bag and I swear I ain't switching on my man's, on my bros
These niggas really debt dead ones
Yeah I really got my shit man I swear that this shit ain't plan for
Man I got my bag and you know that this shit, really stick
Really sick man it's sick like cancer
Man I swear that I'm really the shit
I got this shit on my lap man this shit ain't plan for
All these niggas yeah these niggas be out here really talkin
Man I be out here really mocking these pussy niggas
Fake ass niggas
Yea these fuck niggas
I'ma pull these triggers
I'ma aim these bullet tips, at these fuck niggas
Goddamn I don't really give a fuck
Man I'm really out here really posted up
And prospered up
I don't give a fuck about these niggas or these bitches yeah
I'ma just keep on, I'ma keep on livin (livin life)
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these thots, fuck these thot ass bitches
I'ma get all my bags and I'ma get-
Oh my bad I don't give a fuck about non these hoes
Man I swear that I got, what I need
And I don't need no bitch
Yeah I'ma gain what I came for
And I'ma leave, with all this shit
Yeah this shit ain't paid for
I'm one rich ass handsomest nigga
With the shit can't stand for
I'ma get, I'ma get what I came
What I came for
I'ma get what I came
What I really came for
Yeah these niggas really out here sick like cancer
I'ma get my stick yeah it stick like cancer
All these niggas really out here really can't blame us
I'ma ball
I'ma get my shit
Like I'ma really go so hard
That these niggas can't stop us
I'ma live my life and these niggas out here really talkin
Bitch I'm really makin this wock
Like wock, like wock
Man this shit don't ever really stop, really stop
Man I know that I'm on
I know, I gotta sip, man I sip on this wock
Cause I lately, lately been stressed as fuck
Yeah i really got it, fucked up
Yea I'm really gettin, shit poppin
They really gotta
They really gotta explain, explain them selfs
Man I really gotta get bread
And get, get this bag
Man these niggas really playin
Their playin with their damn self
Bitches and fucking hoes
Yeah these niggas really lame as fuck
I'm gettin all my cash
And these niggas better really get, get back
When this choppa, really come out
Yea this chopper really gotta big blast
Like damn I'ma get all my bags
And I'ma really prosper
Fuck niggas really tryna act harder
Man who the fuck really taught these niggas to act
I got my bag and I swear I ain't switching on my man's, on my bros
These niggas really debt dead ones
Yeah I really got my shit man I swear that this shit ain't plan for
Man I got my bag and you know that this shit, really stick
Really sick man it's sick like cancer
Man I swear that I'm really the shit
I got this shit on my lap man this shit ain't plan for
All these niggas yeah these niggas be out here really talkin
Man I be out here really mocking these pussy niggas
Fake ass niggas
Yea these fuck niggas
I'ma pull these triggers
I'ma aim these bullet tips, at these fuck niggas
Goddamn I don't really give a fuck
Man I'm really out here really posted up
And prospered up
I don't give a fuck about these niggas or these bitches yeah
I'ma just keep on, I'ma keep on livin (livin life)
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these thots, fuck these thot ass bitches
I'ma get all my bags and I'ma get-
Oh my bad I don't give a fuck about non these hoes
Man I swear that I got, what I need
And I don't need no bitch
Yeah I'ma gain what I came for
And I'ma leave, with all this shit
Yeah this shit ain't paid for
I'm one rich ass handsomest nigga
With the shit can't stand for
I'ma get, I'ma get what I came
What I came for
I'ma get what I came
What I really came for
Yeah these niggas really out here sick like cancer
I'ma get my stick yeah it stick like cancer
All these niggas really out here really can't blame us
I'ma ball
I'ma get my shit
Like I'ma really go so hard
That these niggas can't stop us
I'ma live my life and these niggas out here really talkin
Bitch I'm really makin this wock
Like wock, like wock
Man this shit don't ever really stop, really stop
Man I know that I'm on
I know, I gotta sip, man I sip on this wock
Cause I lately, lately been stressed as fuck
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