Lyrics
Ay man, shit
Its a few **** out here man
You know what I aint even gone speak
Im just gone im just gone talk my shit man
Its time to talk to em, you feel me
Cause you know
Man these **** they just feel like they can go around
And say anything like the shit aint gone get back to you
You know what Im saying
It be light skin ****, It be dark skin **** man
These **** man they just some fucking peanut butter cups
Had to hop on the beat, time to speak for a min
Not gone go too fast, keep it short like a midget
**** hate u cause u winning, they weak as hell they timid
Walk by crickets, but steady in my fucking business
Fake as hell like a gimmick, they really wanna fucking mimic
When i talk these **** listen, even if its for a minute
Making money ain't no limit, gotta get these fucking digits
Man im on a money mission, getting the green like spinach
Big ole haters time to talk to em, like K shine i gotta walk through em
They tried to pick me but i fought through them, my success really got to them
Big ole haters stop digging, you not gone catch me slipping
Yall only hate when im winning, its time to fucking admit it
In my girl DM talking bout me like a fool
Then post a picture on the book holding a mother fucking tool
Let me hip you on some game, girls dont think that shit cool
They say that shit really lame, sending emoji's with the drool
Time to pop my shit, i dont really give a fuck
Do what you do ****, gone and try yo luck
It's always one **** in the world that wanna fucking try you
Leave his body in the ocean or better yet a fucking bayou
Beat up **** by who. You need yourself times 2
Aint nobody scared to try you, Hadoken like Ryu
Seen yo ass in person, you aint have that fucking energy
Fuck around and make it worsen, and make yo ass a fucking memory
Slid down in my seat, are you motherfucking kidding me
**** think shit sweet, is u motherfucking shitting me
**** went in the house and told his motherfucking mom
I should've aired that bitch out and suit ya ass like a prom bitch
Man what kind of **** man see a **** dont do nothing
Then go in the house and tell his momma that
The **** slid down in the seat when he seen me
Like **** go in there and gossip with his momma
Man that aint no **** forreal man
**** wack man **** lame man
I aint worried bout no **** like that man
Any **** that put his hands on a female
I aint worried bout nan **** like that man
Aint no **** ever tried me man
I dont give a fuck what nobody say
Ya feel me
Get it in blood bitch
Written by: Alexander Obrien Morris
