TURF
I shit on the game, think I need a nerf
I must be a baddie I keep rocking fur
It's blue light interior I look like a smurf
Mercy, turn every hoe to a bird
Perky, make everyone go absurd
She ain't gonna fuck kick her off the turf
Your hoe tryna fuck she got some nerve
I ain't fuck on your hoe, the bitch got curved
I don't rock arcteryx fuck that
I want my body flooded, fuck that
I want my whips imported, fuck that
These niggas my sons abort it fuck that
I'm not a rapper lil bitch I'm an artist
I'll still pull up on niggas and up that
Stop saying you're him, you're not that
Said I don't need more money, I want that
I'm a good father I'm raising em well
Bitch I'm a liar I'm giving them Ls
Come out your show finna hand you a shell
Partner a killer I feel like Michelle
Horse on the whip, I'll send them to hell
All of these niggas gon sing like Adele
Stevie the Stunna she gave me a pill
Stevie the Stunna they call me the real
All of my niggas they stay with the steel
All of my niggas they shooting to kill
I got my money not signing no deal
I'm just playing nigga want me a mill
The label gonna hate me I'll take that advance
I'll flip it and turn it I'm making some more
I got me a 16 I put a lil V on the engine
Now niggas be watching me roar
Lil bitch stop calling me yours
Said I want me a slut and I want me a whore
She taking my money she taking my cards
She ain't doing drugs unless it's hard
Himothy, himmy neutron bro
Like nah like, if you think you're him
You're not him bro
Like, Stunna the fucking real like St3v
That nigga St3v is fucking real
I shit on the game, think I need a nerf
I must be a baddie I keep rocking fur
It's blue light interior I look like a smurf
Mercy, turn every hoe to a bird
Perky, make everyone go absurd
She ain't gonna fuck kick her off the turf
Your hoe tryna fuck she got some nerve
I ain't fuck on your hoe, the bitch got curved
I don't rock arcteryx fuck that
I want my body flooded, fuck that
I want my whips imported, fuck that
These niggas my sons abort it fuck that
I'm not a rapper lil bitch I'm an artist
I'll still pull up on niggas and up that
Stop saying you're him, you're not that
Said I don't need more money, I want that
These niggas think I'm playing bro
What the fuck these niggas talking about
Fuck these niggas man
I must be a baddie I keep rocking fur
It's blue light interior I look like a smurf
Mercy, turn every hoe to a bird
Perky, make everyone go absurd
She ain't gonna fuck kick her off the turf
Your hoe tryna fuck she got some nerve
I ain't fuck on your hoe, the bitch got curved
I don't rock arcteryx fuck that
I want my body flooded, fuck that
I want my whips imported, fuck that
These niggas my sons abort it fuck that
I'm not a rapper lil bitch I'm an artist
I'll still pull up on niggas and up that
Stop saying you're him, you're not that
Said I don't need more money, I want that
I'm a good father I'm raising em well
Bitch I'm a liar I'm giving them Ls
Come out your show finna hand you a shell
Partner a killer I feel like Michelle
Horse on the whip, I'll send them to hell
All of these niggas gon sing like Adele
Stevie the Stunna she gave me a pill
Stevie the Stunna they call me the real
All of my niggas they stay with the steel
All of my niggas they shooting to kill
I got my money not signing no deal
I'm just playing nigga want me a mill
The label gonna hate me I'll take that advance
I'll flip it and turn it I'm making some more
I got me a 16 I put a lil V on the engine
Now niggas be watching me roar
Lil bitch stop calling me yours
Said I want me a slut and I want me a whore
She taking my money she taking my cards
She ain't doing drugs unless it's hard
Himothy, himmy neutron bro
Like nah like, if you think you're him
You're not him bro
Like, Stunna the fucking real like St3v
That nigga St3v is fucking real
I shit on the game, think I need a nerf
I must be a baddie I keep rocking fur
It's blue light interior I look like a smurf
Mercy, turn every hoe to a bird
Perky, make everyone go absurd
She ain't gonna fuck kick her off the turf
Your hoe tryna fuck she got some nerve
I ain't fuck on your hoe, the bitch got curved
I don't rock arcteryx fuck that
I want my body flooded, fuck that
I want my whips imported, fuck that
These niggas my sons abort it fuck that
I'm not a rapper lil bitch I'm an artist
I'll still pull up on niggas and up that
Stop saying you're him, you're not that
Said I don't need more money, I want that
These niggas think I'm playing bro
What the fuck these niggas talking about
Fuck these niggas man
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Writer(s): Stephens Fash
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