Pissed off
Ayy, we got Bailey in this bitch nigga
Don't see, don't see
Ayy, yeah, let go
Ayy, I tell, ay, ay
Say fifty ball up in my right, middle finger in my left
Type of ice up on my wrist, this type of shit won't never melt
I had to cut some niggas off, they had no hustle by they self
I ain't yo daddy nigga, but I beat yo ass with this belt
Put his ass in capital leave just to teach him how to stealth
And it changed like my trophy, put that bitch up on the shelf
And I'm chasing after this money 'til I run up out of breath
And we playing by my rules, jelly nigga, fuck the rep
Chasing these fifty ball
I'm mixed to get it all
And bring my money slow
That type of shit gone piss me off
And saying hoes out calling boozers
I done fucked them all
And treat them hoes just like some groupers
Fucking cut them off
Yeah bitch I came up from nothing
Had to turn nothing into something
Need to know who you fucking with
Bitch you fucking with a boss
All these niggas a competition
I don't need show 'em attention
'Cause all these niggas really just be trying to get the sauce
Got this brand new bracelet I just went baguette it
And yeah bitch I been had the sauce on me just like spaghetti
She tryna give me what but I'm too busy countin' fatty
Just doin' a dash and they coopin' I just hopin' I don't wreck it
They ask me where I'm at, mind your business
Just know I'm chasin' these bitches
Three in the morning and I'm out here makin' plays in the city
Gettin' these racks like it's Tindy
Clientel call I'ma get it
How the fuck you think a young nigga then ran up these feet and say
Fifty ball up in my right, middle finger in my left
Type of ice up on my wrist, this type of shit won't never melt
I had to cut some niggas off, they had no hustle by they self
I ain't yo daddy nigga, but I beat yo ass with this belt
Put his ass in capital leave just to teach him how to stealth
And it changed like my trophy, put that bitch up on the shelf
And I'm chasing after this money 'til I run up out of breath
And we playing by my rules, jelly nigga, fuck the real
Fuck the real
Yeah, they tell them niggas
Fuck the real, fuck the real
Don't see, don't see
Ayy, yeah, let go
Ayy, I tell, ay, ay
Say fifty ball up in my right, middle finger in my left
Type of ice up on my wrist, this type of shit won't never melt
I had to cut some niggas off, they had no hustle by they self
I ain't yo daddy nigga, but I beat yo ass with this belt
Put his ass in capital leave just to teach him how to stealth
And it changed like my trophy, put that bitch up on the shelf
And I'm chasing after this money 'til I run up out of breath
And we playing by my rules, jelly nigga, fuck the rep
Chasing these fifty ball
I'm mixed to get it all
And bring my money slow
That type of shit gone piss me off
And saying hoes out calling boozers
I done fucked them all
And treat them hoes just like some groupers
Fucking cut them off
Yeah bitch I came up from nothing
Had to turn nothing into something
Need to know who you fucking with
Bitch you fucking with a boss
All these niggas a competition
I don't need show 'em attention
'Cause all these niggas really just be trying to get the sauce
Got this brand new bracelet I just went baguette it
And yeah bitch I been had the sauce on me just like spaghetti
She tryna give me what but I'm too busy countin' fatty
Just doin' a dash and they coopin' I just hopin' I don't wreck it
They ask me where I'm at, mind your business
Just know I'm chasin' these bitches
Three in the morning and I'm out here makin' plays in the city
Gettin' these racks like it's Tindy
Clientel call I'ma get it
How the fuck you think a young nigga then ran up these feet and say
Fifty ball up in my right, middle finger in my left
Type of ice up on my wrist, this type of shit won't never melt
I had to cut some niggas off, they had no hustle by they self
I ain't yo daddy nigga, but I beat yo ass with this belt
Put his ass in capital leave just to teach him how to stealth
And it changed like my trophy, put that bitch up on the shelf
And I'm chasing after this money 'til I run up out of breath
And we playing by my rules, jelly nigga, fuck the real
Fuck the real
Yeah, they tell them niggas
Fuck the real, fuck the real
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Writer(s): Lil Bailey
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