This Shit Ain't A Joke
Yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Shhhh
This shit ain't a joke, I been rapping some like six years
Pretty bitch, a Coca Cola body
I'm like, "come here"
Homie left his backdoor open, might fuck round and run in
Just to show him some
Watch your back, this ain't no soda run
Brody think it's sweet, pouring syrup bro you owe me one
I could have your bitch and her best friends on a 4-on-1
I don't need a fastbreak
I approach her, then she show me some
Girl put in your number
When I call that, better pick up
Nonchalant, my bitches hate me, I don't text back
She tell me she want me all over her but I ain't like that
I'll put my dick up in your mouth, give you some to bite at
She say she like me when I'm mad at her, bitch you crazy as hell
I'm sippin' liquor like it's juice, bitch, I'm lazy as hell
When I walk up in the party, just want something to feel
White ho like a lil' molly, tryna find her a pill
I need a thirty pack or more, better give me a steal
Think if I got on the Percs I'd be a bad guy
Ain't no twenty three, I'd over-d, bitch I would blackout
Girl said she don't know what she see in me
(What the, what the fuck is she talking bout?)
Bitch, this ain't the movies, you don't like it, don't be seen with me
My life like a movie, cut the pack, that's like a scene to me
Moving down the e-way, hundred something with the GLE
Couple dozen rounds up in the closet like a murder scene
I stay super quiet, if you talk best be about currency
I don't got no time to tell your bitch that that's how I feel
Really wanna hear me?
Read my raps, that's how I really heal
Pop another addy, sip some liquor, I get stimmy chills
These songs don't write themselves
This shit gotta come from somewhere
Songs don't come from nothing, this shit gotta come from somewhere
This shit ain't a joke, I been rapping some like six years
Pretty bitch, a Coca Cola body
I'm like, "come here"
Homie left his backdoor open, might fuck round and run in
Just to show him some
Watch your back, this ain't no soda run
Brody think it's sweet, pouring syrup bro you owe me one
I could have your bitch and her best friends on a 4-on-1
I don't need a fastbreak
I approach her, then she show me some
Girl put in your number
When I call that, better pick up
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Shhhh
This shit ain't a joke, I been rapping some like six years
Pretty bitch, a Coca Cola body
I'm like, "come here"
Homie left his backdoor open, might fuck round and run in
Just to show him some
Watch your back, this ain't no soda run
Brody think it's sweet, pouring syrup bro you owe me one
I could have your bitch and her best friends on a 4-on-1
I don't need a fastbreak
I approach her, then she show me some
Girl put in your number
When I call that, better pick up
Nonchalant, my bitches hate me, I don't text back
She tell me she want me all over her but I ain't like that
I'll put my dick up in your mouth, give you some to bite at
She say she like me when I'm mad at her, bitch you crazy as hell
I'm sippin' liquor like it's juice, bitch, I'm lazy as hell
When I walk up in the party, just want something to feel
White ho like a lil' molly, tryna find her a pill
I need a thirty pack or more, better give me a steal
Think if I got on the Percs I'd be a bad guy
Ain't no twenty three, I'd over-d, bitch I would blackout
Girl said she don't know what she see in me
(What the, what the fuck is she talking bout?)
Bitch, this ain't the movies, you don't like it, don't be seen with me
My life like a movie, cut the pack, that's like a scene to me
Moving down the e-way, hundred something with the GLE
Couple dozen rounds up in the closet like a murder scene
I stay super quiet, if you talk best be about currency
I don't got no time to tell your bitch that that's how I feel
Really wanna hear me?
Read my raps, that's how I really heal
Pop another addy, sip some liquor, I get stimmy chills
These songs don't write themselves
This shit gotta come from somewhere
Songs don't come from nothing, this shit gotta come from somewhere
This shit ain't a joke, I been rapping some like six years
Pretty bitch, a Coca Cola body
I'm like, "come here"
Homie left his backdoor open, might fuck round and run in
Just to show him some
Watch your back, this ain't no soda run
Brody think it's sweet, pouring syrup bro you owe me one
I could have your bitch and her best friends on a 4-on-1
I don't need a fastbreak
I approach her, then she show me some
Girl put in your number
When I call that, better pick up
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Writer(s): Jackson Gray
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