Lyrics

I get paid to talk shit, and my bitch bossed up
They like, "Boy, you ain't been droppin'" ****, so the fuck what?
Had to put the cup down, the whole city sippin' cut
Ain't no beefin' on the 'Gram, when I see you, bitch, it's up
Black foreigns, black trucks, that's us
**** reached for a handshake and damn near got bust
Had a vision for this shit since I was jumpin' off the bus
White 1s, white tee, white buffs
Uh, dumb **** tryna compete with me instead of eat with me
I done fucked all these ****' hoes, I'm talkin' recently
**** fake bulls, he ain't grew up 'cross the street from me
And now they takin' selfies, they ain't even used to speak to me
**** actin' like they never seen a bunch of bosses
Put his trust in them ****, and they crossed him
Hurt when you love a **** and you gotta off him
I was just warmin' them first few bars, okay, he talkin'
Mmm, Boi Boi done dropped another tape, talkin' crazy
Boop pulled up with a half a— that's my baby
A **** said I'm actin' funny 'cause they gotta pay me
I gave my heart to this one bitch and she played me
Bad bitch tapped a number in my phone, but I ain't save it
Fuck around and get a cart 'cause that head was amazin'
Tryna knock a **** whole kufi off, ain't no grazin'
Haha
Written by: Johnathan Burt
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