If a n#gg# say I’m for the streets, it’s for the beef
I can’t stand all them b#tch n#gg# tendencies
Playing games on my phone, that don’t mean sh#t to me
If you f#ck with me, care about my history
You can’t even come back
Kissing me
Leave when I want, come back mystery
Been grinding on my own, tryna get a bag
Quit f#cking all them b#tches, tryna make me mad
Heard we like the same b#tch, can’t believe I said that
Should’ve put it on the floor, bed at
Said her name is Throat Baby, where the hеad at?
Aint no speeking when we done, push thе head back
Same n#gg#s bobbing they heads, said I can’t rap
But you think what you think, I can’t change that
Say you know who I be with, sh#t, where the names at?
You sending shots, but you don’t know where to aim at
Once you cross that line, then you history
And everything you say, aint never gon mean sh#t to me
Speaking on, you don’t even know me
b#tches better hold that go back to the old me
A b#tch can’t hold me
Had my own since 18
Aint never been lazy, still can count on one hand all the n#gg#s ever played me
b#tches low key hate me
Show love when they see me
I don’t understand it, these b#tches be competing
Big woods I’m chiefing
A lotta sh#t I aint seen back then, I see it
Your n#gg# can’t leave me, aint worried bout him cheating
Pop out on the’Gram, I’m out for the weekend
I’ll write a b#tch a catalogue
They love speaking on life, but don’t get involved
When sh#t get real in the field, who can you really call?
I’ll write a b#tch a catalogue
Seen some things in my life, to this day, don’t know what I saw
Shit, it is what it is, I don’t wanna talk
b#tches low key kinda soft
If I’m
Your n#gg# can’t leave me, aint worried bout him cheating
Pop out on the’Gram, I’m out for the weekend
I’ll write a b#tch a catalogue
They love speaking on life, but don’t get involved
When sh#t get real in the field, who can you really call?
I’ll write a b#tch a catalogue
Seen some things in my life, to this day, don’t know what I saw
Shit, it is what it is, I don’t wanna talk
b#tches low key kinda soft
If I’m
b#tches speaking bad on me, like you to me
I just ask around, and they said you aint got no bag, honey
I can’t do no back and forth with you, cause you don’t have money
Only way you getting close to me, is if you scam for me
Flying state to state, when they ask for me
For me, tell ’em better have that cash for me
Streets said I’m heat, o I don’t rep for free
If it’s money out the way, I go sit there
I’m a beast, I touch 50 G’s
Don’t cost sh#t to get you touched
Mention me too much, ho, is you a fan or what?
Telling n#gg#s that you know me, but that sh#t aint adding up
Mad as hell, real b#tch gon sell
2 piece, had to match them sunglasses from Chanel
Never know sh#t, if I ever take a L
You with me, or you with them, I cut you off if I can’t tell
No mail on the planes
I’m the bag lady, all exotic, know I stay with it
Reaching for my, no, you can’t hit it
Can’t spend enough, most I let him do is eat it, probably play with it
Now he asking for
I aint never getting trapped by a n#gg#, that sh#t foul
When you give they #ss an intch, m#th*rf#ck*rs take a mile
I done heard b#tches sneak dissing, on the pocket dial
Know a couple hoes hoping that I
I slap you for no reason, so it aint no point in reading
Got them cheesing
I just be teasing
Now your n#gg# missing, like his name was Tommy Egan
All it take is one taste, and I bet I have him feening
Get a couple bands out him, for I let him know I’m leaving
And when I dip, leave with double what I came with
Cataloguing n#gg#s by the bag, but he my favorite
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