Church
Yeah, bitch, it's big hardo
Bitch
Hey, you gotta put that time in, that's how this shit work
I ain't never had a job because my wrist work
Hold up
Bitch
Bitch
Hey
You gotta put them hours in, that's how this shit work
Ain't never had to work a job because my wrist work
Before you hit my fade, I'll let you hit my bitch first
Gon' make it off the rap, I plan on getting rich first
Was slappin' G's before I ever spit a verse in the trap on Sunday like it's church, nigga
My fiends rich, don't give a fuck about the first, nigga
A baller from the south side, I feel like Lerch, nigga
But I got power, bitch, I'm good in every hood
You a store runner, go and get some woods, nigga
Them sticks and rounds, we in them Wish anigga woods, nigga
Yo, bitch, I'm runner, she done fucked the whole hood, nigga
AP, SSG, that's my litter, nigga
That's the fiends on the south, I'm a gritter, nigga
He tryna flash crop a nigga out like a picture, nigga
You tellin' hoes that you rich, but I'm richer, nigga
These G's can do a ten, I only do a three
I done lost more money than you'll ever see
I'm in the game, I got more stripes than a referee
They call me 500 when it's spint it on the T, nigga
I was slappin' heads when Joe's chicken was Mr. G's
Made two bands like Dairy Queen, drinkin' the Mystic Freeze
I'm in the slushy, nigga
I'm breedin' dog, we makin' puppies, nigga
A big fish in the pond, you just a guppy, nigga
These phones hittin,I'm up early, I can't sleep in
A real shooter, a killer nigga to the weekend
My bitch pissed, I'm out all night, I gotta creep in
She change her attitude, she see I brought them G's in
We're trappin' at Connexions, pullin' up on Mr. Ceeden
Half my hood fat, bitch, cause we eatin'
Gave my head a tester, he and his bitch damn near sleepin'
This shit a ten, got my home phone geekin', nigga
You gotta put them hours in, that's how this shit work
Ain't never had to work a job because my wrist work
Before you hit my fade, I'll let you hit my bitch first
Go make it off the rap, I plan on gettin' rich first
We're slappin' G's before I ever spit a verse
And in the trap on Sunday like it's church, nigga
My fiends rich, don't give a fuck about the first, nigga
A baller, from the south side, I feel like Lerch, nigga
I feel like, big bro, nigga
Getting the fuck off, nigga
Really bag havin
We havin, nigga
A-P-E, nigga
S-S-G, nigga
That's the mob, nigga
Bitch, this big hardo
Bitch
Hey, you gotta put that time in, that's how this shit work
I ain't never had a job because my wrist work
Hold up
Bitch
Bitch
Hey
You gotta put them hours in, that's how this shit work
Ain't never had to work a job because my wrist work
Before you hit my fade, I'll let you hit my bitch first
Gon' make it off the rap, I plan on getting rich first
Was slappin' G's before I ever spit a verse in the trap on Sunday like it's church, nigga
My fiends rich, don't give a fuck about the first, nigga
A baller from the south side, I feel like Lerch, nigga
But I got power, bitch, I'm good in every hood
You a store runner, go and get some woods, nigga
Them sticks and rounds, we in them Wish anigga woods, nigga
Yo, bitch, I'm runner, she done fucked the whole hood, nigga
AP, SSG, that's my litter, nigga
That's the fiends on the south, I'm a gritter, nigga
He tryna flash crop a nigga out like a picture, nigga
You tellin' hoes that you rich, but I'm richer, nigga
These G's can do a ten, I only do a three
I done lost more money than you'll ever see
I'm in the game, I got more stripes than a referee
They call me 500 when it's spint it on the T, nigga
I was slappin' heads when Joe's chicken was Mr. G's
Made two bands like Dairy Queen, drinkin' the Mystic Freeze
I'm in the slushy, nigga
I'm breedin' dog, we makin' puppies, nigga
A big fish in the pond, you just a guppy, nigga
These phones hittin,I'm up early, I can't sleep in
A real shooter, a killer nigga to the weekend
My bitch pissed, I'm out all night, I gotta creep in
She change her attitude, she see I brought them G's in
We're trappin' at Connexions, pullin' up on Mr. Ceeden
Half my hood fat, bitch, cause we eatin'
Gave my head a tester, he and his bitch damn near sleepin'
This shit a ten, got my home phone geekin', nigga
You gotta put them hours in, that's how this shit work
Ain't never had to work a job because my wrist work
Before you hit my fade, I'll let you hit my bitch first
Go make it off the rap, I plan on gettin' rich first
We're slappin' G's before I ever spit a verse
And in the trap on Sunday like it's church, nigga
My fiends rich, don't give a fuck about the first, nigga
A baller, from the south side, I feel like Lerch, nigga
I feel like, big bro, nigga
Getting the fuck off, nigga
Really bag havin
We havin, nigga
A-P-E, nigga
S-S-G, nigga
That's the mob, nigga
Bitch, this big hardo
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Writer(s): Derrick Hardy
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