Never Be Me
Ain't shit weak over here
My pockets ain't weak and my dick sure ain't weak
Bitch ass nigga You pussy ass nigga sittin' there talkin'
Ain't got a motherfuckin' dollar in your pocket Nope
Ain't got a dollar in your motherfuckin' pocket Hmm
Ain't got a dollar in your motherfuckin' pocket
But you wanna talk that shit Huh man
I'm still that nigga with 30 I'm still that nigga with 30
Khylee Fuck you mean bitch?
I'm still that nigga When you get like me then you come fuck with me bitch
Aw man
Quit tryin' to run behind
Cause you fuck the same bitch I fuck with that don't make you me
Look It don't it would never make you me
Nah nah nah this how bad they on my dick
On A-Rod I hate that shit
Niggas wasn't even attracted to her
Found out she mines and now he wanna hit
What the fuck do that really mean?
I don't understand that scheme
You tryin' to fuck her cause she mines?
I think you really wanna fuck me you niggas
Down low and I know it
On them fake pages they trollin'
I don't give a fuck cause I'm rollin'
Stay in your lane like you bowlin'
Sprinkled molly like it's snowin'
I had boat like I'm rowin'
Made them disappear hocus pocus
With a mask on like COVID
Now it's time I go retarded
I'ma get to steppin' like Martin
I like bel-air like Carlton
Bang my hammer like your honor
Well these boot-jays I started
I'm really a founding father
Gave a nigga 13 like harden
Then go back to the spot like I'm parkin'
Tell a boothead let's go
Ill give you five grams for the lo
You better mix it in your weed and do not treat that shit like it's blow
If you do you must be tweakin'
I understand that you really need it
I got down down them blue things them fake percs if you geekin'
Yeah I think I got that feel
I'ma walk down like Will
With a bald head like Bill
Slammin' on him like Shaquille
I won trapper of the year
I sold everything around here
I had crack I had juice and I had boot like City year
And I really get that shit off but this drought is takin' too long
What the fuck is goin' on?
I don't understand at all
I still smoke that ching ching chong
Don't play with kids like a group home
You'll get smoked like a capone You'll get smoked smoked smoked
Pull out game ain't weak I just don't pull out bitch All you motherfuckers that want to know I don't pull out It ain't weak motherfucker I don't pull out
Fuck you mean weak motherfucker? That's talkin' about my motherfuckin' kids You niggas got three or four and don't do a motherfuckin' thing
My pockets ain't weak and my dick sure ain't weak
Bitch ass nigga You pussy ass nigga sittin' there talkin'
Ain't got a motherfuckin' dollar in your pocket Nope
Ain't got a dollar in your motherfuckin' pocket Hmm
Ain't got a dollar in your motherfuckin' pocket
But you wanna talk that shit Huh man
I'm still that nigga with 30 I'm still that nigga with 30
Khylee Fuck you mean bitch?
I'm still that nigga When you get like me then you come fuck with me bitch
Aw man
Quit tryin' to run behind
Cause you fuck the same bitch I fuck with that don't make you me
Look It don't it would never make you me
Nah nah nah this how bad they on my dick
On A-Rod I hate that shit
Niggas wasn't even attracted to her
Found out she mines and now he wanna hit
What the fuck do that really mean?
I don't understand that scheme
You tryin' to fuck her cause she mines?
I think you really wanna fuck me you niggas
Down low and I know it
On them fake pages they trollin'
I don't give a fuck cause I'm rollin'
Stay in your lane like you bowlin'
Sprinkled molly like it's snowin'
I had boat like I'm rowin'
Made them disappear hocus pocus
With a mask on like COVID
Now it's time I go retarded
I'ma get to steppin' like Martin
I like bel-air like Carlton
Bang my hammer like your honor
Well these boot-jays I started
I'm really a founding father
Gave a nigga 13 like harden
Then go back to the spot like I'm parkin'
Tell a boothead let's go
Ill give you five grams for the lo
You better mix it in your weed and do not treat that shit like it's blow
If you do you must be tweakin'
I understand that you really need it
I got down down them blue things them fake percs if you geekin'
Yeah I think I got that feel
I'ma walk down like Will
With a bald head like Bill
Slammin' on him like Shaquille
I won trapper of the year
I sold everything around here
I had crack I had juice and I had boot like City year
And I really get that shit off but this drought is takin' too long
What the fuck is goin' on?
I don't understand at all
I still smoke that ching ching chong
Don't play with kids like a group home
You'll get smoked like a capone You'll get smoked smoked smoked
Pull out game ain't weak I just don't pull out bitch All you motherfuckers that want to know I don't pull out It ain't weak motherfucker I don't pull out
Fuck you mean weak motherfucker? That's talkin' about my motherfuckin' kids You niggas got three or four and don't do a motherfuckin' thing
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Writer(s): Bob Molly
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