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I'm really out here winning
They should owe me something
I'm really out here hitting
They should throw me something
The heat that I been giving
That don't go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm in it now
I'm really out here winning
They should owe me something
I'm really out here hitting
They should throw me something
The heat that I've been given
That don't go away
They'll wanna sit me out when they see me play
When I'm out here hitting, I just misbehave
There's a lot of women when you're getting paid
This the type of living that they throw away
Damn, haha
I'm really that nigga since I was like seven
Talkin' that shit, you can get sent to heaven
All of my niggas know I got that glock
I'm driving around with that clutch
Little bitch on my chrome, ayy, ooh
Why she blowin' up my phone, ooh
Pussy ass leave me alone
I'm just tryna make it home
The opps follow me on socials
Them niggas be weird as fuck
We pull up in a Bentley truck
Me and my niggas gon' shoot shit up
I don't really fuck with that bitch
All them niggas was fuckin' simps
That little bitch was a fuckin' treesh
So I sent her to the curb and shit
Little bitch
Little bitch
What you want from me you little bitch
I start doin' good and you want shit
I start doin' good, you wanna hit
I stay out flyin' with a zip
She want a ride, she can't get in
Smokin' while I'm sippin' and I'm hittin'
I swear they just talkin' to get women
I don't need to flex to get more women
I keep it 100 when I'm with them
Never told a lie I can't get with
Baby I'm not toxic, I'm realistic
I'm toxic as shit
Me and my niggas don't give two fucks about that bitch
She think that she poppin'
But she ain't got a bust down on her wrist
Hit that nigga with that hollow
I don't give two fucks about them bitches
Les' they fuckin' swallow
I'm really in them trenches
And I'm packin' fuckin' hollows
Glocks, FNNs, 223's be gone tomorrow
Put him in the dirt, his whole family feel the sorrow
FDG the gang, finna' shoot him in the
In the, in the, in the dome bitch
With that chrome, bitch
Give me dome or go home on your own bitch
On my own shit, rock my own whip
Rock my own wrist, get them all pissed
I get all this
Designer drippin' on me like a faucet
I'm comin' with a vibe they cannot squash it
If they draw a line, then ya I'll cross it
I'm comin' down to rage, I'm outta' pocket
Bitch, you lost it
In this mosh pit, you get tossed in
There's no walk-ins, there's no options
We are not friends
They should owe me something
I'm really out here hitting
They should throw me something
The heat that I been giving
That don't go away
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm in it now
I'm really out here winning
They should owe me something
I'm really out here hitting
They should throw me something
The heat that I've been given
That don't go away
They'll wanna sit me out when they see me play
When I'm out here hitting, I just misbehave
There's a lot of women when you're getting paid
This the type of living that they throw away
Damn, haha
I'm really that nigga since I was like seven
Talkin' that shit, you can get sent to heaven
All of my niggas know I got that glock
I'm driving around with that clutch
Little bitch on my chrome, ayy, ooh
Why she blowin' up my phone, ooh
Pussy ass leave me alone
I'm just tryna make it home
The opps follow me on socials
Them niggas be weird as fuck
We pull up in a Bentley truck
Me and my niggas gon' shoot shit up
I don't really fuck with that bitch
All them niggas was fuckin' simps
That little bitch was a fuckin' treesh
So I sent her to the curb and shit
Little bitch
Little bitch
What you want from me you little bitch
I start doin' good and you want shit
I start doin' good, you wanna hit
I stay out flyin' with a zip
She want a ride, she can't get in
Smokin' while I'm sippin' and I'm hittin'
I swear they just talkin' to get women
I don't need to flex to get more women
I keep it 100 when I'm with them
Never told a lie I can't get with
Baby I'm not toxic, I'm realistic
I'm toxic as shit
Me and my niggas don't give two fucks about that bitch
She think that she poppin'
But she ain't got a bust down on her wrist
Hit that nigga with that hollow
I don't give two fucks about them bitches
Les' they fuckin' swallow
I'm really in them trenches
And I'm packin' fuckin' hollows
Glocks, FNNs, 223's be gone tomorrow
Put him in the dirt, his whole family feel the sorrow
FDG the gang, finna' shoot him in the
In the, in the, in the dome bitch
With that chrome, bitch
Give me dome or go home on your own bitch
On my own shit, rock my own whip
Rock my own wrist, get them all pissed
I get all this
Designer drippin' on me like a faucet
I'm comin' with a vibe they cannot squash it
If they draw a line, then ya I'll cross it
I'm comin' down to rage, I'm outta' pocket
Bitch, you lost it
In this mosh pit, you get tossed in
There's no walk-ins, there's no options
We are not friends
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Writer(s): Daniel Horosny, Cam Wow
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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