(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Shit, I got K-Rock)
Mama told me keep on shittin' on whoever goin' against me
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah, dude really my lil' sister
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah
He pussy, he really on his period
I don't give a fuck who say he thuggin'
He really fakin', nigga, I ain't hearin' it
I don't give a fuck who feel some type
Of way, nigga, do whatever you gotta do
I'm not Ben Simmons with this shit, nigga, I'ma hit every time I shoot
Keep my distance from these niggas, they
Walkin' around with a bitch nigga flu
It be just me and my pistol, I ain't steppin' out here with no group
It be just me and myself in that Lamborghini, ridin' with a pistol
I got money to keep me company, I ain't tryna hang with these niggas
I got money to keep me company, but it can't take away the pain
I done been through so much shit, I can peep when you runnin' game
Can't treat me like a lame, I'm alert, I'm stayin' focused
I'm rollin' right now off of a Perc', goin' with the motions
I keep a Glock 9, got 'em thinkin' I'm from Orlando
I'm puttin' up big numbers, I'm too much for them to handle
Mama told me keep on shittin' on whoever goin' against me
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah, dude really my lil' sister
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah
He pussy, he really on his period
I don't give a fuck who say he thuggin'
He really fakin', nigga, I ain't hearin' it
I don't give a fuck who feel some type
Of way, nigga, do whatever you gotta do
I'm not Ben Simmons with this shit, nigga, I'ma hit every time I shoot
Keep my distance from these niggas, they
Walkin' around with a bitch nigga flu
It be just me and my pistol, I ain't steppin' out here with no group
I did not make it up out the projects
Just to come back and try to chill
Why the fuck would I bring you with
Me? Been knew your love wasn't real
I been stackin' up my dollars, they
Ain't happy, they hatin' on the low
You'll never get your flowers while
You here, they don't want you to grow
I heard it's smoke, so I keep that blicky real near, I'ma let it blow
Type to bag a nigga, then I go steer clear and hide on a boat
I'm not Ben Simmons with this shit
When I shoot my shot, it's more precise
I'm like Curry with that pole, I won't miss, tryna take his life
Mama told me keep on shittin' on whoever goin' against me
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah, dude really my lil' sister
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah
He pussy, he really on his period
I don't give a fuck who say he thuggin'
He really fakin', nigga, I ain't hearin' it
I don't give a fuck who feel some type
Of way, nigga, do whatever you gotta do
I'm not Ben Simmons with this shit, nigga, I'ma hit every time I shoot
Keep my distance from these niggas, they
Walkin' around with a bitch nigga flu
It be just me and my pistol, I ain't steppin' out here with no group
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