Since When (feat. EST Gee)

Ayy, who that? (John Gotitt)
Ah, ah
Hit 'em, I'm a pimp, bitch, get 'em

I got a Bentley in that blender, please be gentle wit' it
I'm just a young nigga with Chyna White like Russell Simmons
If I want a hit, I'm payin' a bitch quicker than P. Diddy
I got a trick who eat the dick like both her teeth missin'

I'm in a fiend rental, nothin' but beans with me
Why you been callin' for the Wock' like you ain't a green nigga?
But why you call the police on me soon as shit get real?
Like I won't pay my youngin' ten to get your brother killed

I know you said it's over, I mix with bakin' soda, you know it
Sold so much dope, I'm 'posed to been promotin' for Coca-Cola
What's in my left pocket'll make your old lady say it's over
Both my relationships with smokers, they ain't change up on me

After I bust her one time, then I pass her to my homie
Thought she was my sunshine, made it rain on her
I'm out in California in the hills full of X pills
Know I could fuck her if I want her 'cause we text still

For real, it cost a lil' nothin' to hit a famous bitch
'Less you believe, most rapper record deals is really rich
You told that ho, "This shit forever", she out here suckin' dick
First day up out the feds, I bought another switch

If that's the case, what y'all be doin' lately makin' sense
'Cause when did robbers start bein' bothered by the blogger's comments?
Since when we start acceptin' rattin' and called it bein' honest?
Since-since when did freak bitches turn niggas baby mamas?

Since when did street niggas tweet and Instаgrаm their problem?
Since when did peace treaty with the opps get honored?
Ayy, soon as we done shakin' hand, I make my nigga drop 'em
Why the fuck they ask for prices? They ain't even coppin'

And e'ry time they try to short me, I charge an extra thousand
Might up this blick up in the clinic, bring the bitch up out him
Cool on hittin' niggas hoes, I'm fuckin' bitches mamas
Why is we pipin' niggas up who never caught a body?

Why is we takin' care of bitches we don't even love?
Why I'm recordin' an album like I don't got the bud?
I take a bitch you trust and turn her to a slut
Won't catch me hangin' with a bitch if she ain't tryna fuck

Can't even answer for Spazz, this shit been gettin' deep
Just got a lawyer for Apple, I hope he get 'em free
Tell Merey I'm with him, tell Nell I love him
Tell Dunk I'm sendin', tell Reek it's comin'

We back trippin' this summer, buy a brick if you love us
Blow a blick if you thuggin', I can't be fucked with in nothin'
Let's win again, let's spin again, 'em five racks is ten again
Who in the ten? Who got the J's? Who got the dog? Who got the soft?

Who got the blues? Who got the pints? They gettin' bought, these niggas fakin'
These niggas crazy, huh, these niggas lazy, huh
Niggas ain't tryna run up and hit they man, they don't even wanna graze 'em
Niggas ain't tryna grind up on no bread, they scam old ladies
Fuck it, you see him, spank 'em, city should really thank us, them niggas was out here hatin'



Credits
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, George Stone, John Carlos Ramirez, Nikita Kardash, Mani Khodabakhsh
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