I Been (feat. JB.TYS)

E-energy made this one (made this one)
Yerr
Lil' bitch, yeah
(Okay) captain
(Okay, okay, yeah)
(JRN just real niggas only)

I been putting it on the floor, let's see who really 'bout it
Pussy talking wet online, the nine a make a bitch squirt
I been known for making money, everything I do is work, and it works
Gay ass opp, the 40 made a nigga jerk
He ain't gon' flex no more, unless they flex 'em on a shirt
Good aura, big smooth nigga, yo' bitch love when I flirt
Undertaker casket match, put his body in the dirt
He was two steps ahead, now his ass boutta reverse

Bitch, I don't need pills for confidence, I got the sauce like Caesar
I'm Michael Jackson with the hos, black or white, I'll still beat it
Don't let these niggas lie to you, they really broke and tryna hide it
He got feats with big rappers, but broke begging for 40 dollars

(JDK)
It don't make sense
I'ma be bigger, y'all I promise
Niggas better off going back into hiding, like Drake did Adonis
Bitch, let's be honest
I'm a rocky nigga looking for my own Rihanna
Preforming on campus, 'bout leave out with a scholar

Lil' bitch, I aint doing no talking on cells
Call me Freddy Krueger with the four-five, I'm in they nightmares (yeah)
A pair a bad bitches tryna get me for the night, yeah can't neither be my wifey
350 on me Icy, 1900 for the Nikes
Just real niggas rising
Hoodwink they dreams, I feel like twitchy, dynamite it
I can't sign a deal, bitch, I'm too fucking priceless

I been putting it on the floor, let's see who really 'bout it
Pussy talking wet online, the nine a make a bitch squirt
I been known for making money, everything I do is work, and it works
Gay ass opp, the 40 made a nigga jerk
He ain't gone flex no more, unless they flex 'em on a shirt
Good aura, big smooth nigga, yo' bitch love when I flirt
Undertaker casket match, put his body in the dirt
He was two steps ahead, now his ass boutta reverse

Ain't no Minecraft, bet I'm 'bout to bring the shovel in
I got bag in this bitch, I brought my Duffel in
Brody keep on talking all that shit, he finna struggle then (what?)
Shit, 'cause he ain't got no chicken 'round (no)
Bad bitch pussy, hmm, booty brown, aye (damn)
Fuck around and find out (oh)

Oh, you wanna get lost so you gon' drown now (yeah)
Throw a life jacket to a bitch with a hole in it, and watch that bitch drown
That bitch forever lost, she ain't getting found
Thick white bitch in a loft, I'm boutta dick her down
Out a town, hundred blues bitch, I'm boutta send 'em out
(Send 'em out, shh, send 'em out)

Yeah, creeping in yo' house
Stuff a perk in yo' bitch cup, I'm boutta dick her down (shit)
Damn, shit, that's the Cosby style, huh
Shit, I guess that's funny
You broke, then a bitch, lil' ho, you hellla bummy
That change in yo' pocket ain't enough you hella crummy
Me, I took it the top, having fun with it
Drake with sum titties on that bitch, I brought a drum with it



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Writer(s): Anthony Moore, Johnny Bailey
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