‘Fore I go I’ma take out a hunnid fasho
‘Fore I go I’ma stack up a hunnid fasho
They don’t do it for real, they just do it for show
Ain’t about what you heard it’s about what you know
When I got that lil bread I spent that on some bowls
When you got that lil bread you spent that on some hoes
I ain’t cuffing that hoe I’ma give it and go
I be f#cking her friend and she don’t even know
She got a fat #ss I’ma hit it some more
If your n#gg# start trippin’ just tell him you grown
They don’t like how I wake up and get to the dough
They don’t like how I open my mouth and it glow
Boy I got my foot on they neck like a bow
That lil [?] that I got probably never gon’ grow
That lil trap that you got probably never gon’ roll
That lil strap you been havin’ ain’t never been blown
[?] on my dick and I’m walking suspicious
‘Cause I’m in the mall with that b#tch in my bridges
I get the cheddar yeah I get the cream
But the bag that I’m in is not Ruffles and ridges
No don’t even kill ’em just send ’em a message
Just shoot at his legs make him look like a midget
I think the guns that I got is some very bad b#tches
‘Cause all of ’em got a extension
When I come in this paint know that it’s barbecue chicken
I feel like Isaiah when he played for the Pistons
I stand on all ten and I stand when I’m pissing
I ain’t talking ’bout no Uber, but pounds that I’m lifting
If he was me and I was you then I wouldn’t like me too
I might a call b#tch boo, but that b#tch ain’t my boo
I’m so shiesty ’bout mine, might as well call me Pooh
If the gang [?] then I’m making it move
She say “You wanna f#ck me?” I say “Yeah, I do”
Just don’t give me your heart cause it might get abused
I nap, I don’t snooze that’s what hustlers do
You can walk up the block if you walked in my shoes
I can’t tie the b#tch down cause it’s money to chase
So I’m keeping it pimping and tying my shoes
He was poppin’ his sh#t on the internet
But we pull broad daylight and pop it at you
Now we do it for real we don’t do it for views
Put your set on your chain, but won’t die by your jewels
I thank God for not makin’ me [?]
I thank God for this sh#t that I done made it through
Momma keep getting called too, we fighting on camera
Got kicked out the spot and got kicked out [?]
When didn’t have no heat had to light a few candles
Finna step on they #ss put ’em under my sandals
‘Fore I go I’ma take out a hunnid fasho
‘Fore I go I’ma stack up a hunnid fasho
They don’t do it for real, they just do it for show
Ain’t about what you heard it’s about what you know
When I got that lil bread I spent that on some bowls
When you got that lil bread you spent that on some hoes
I ain’t cuffing that hoe I’ma give it and go
I be f#cking her friend and she don’t even know
She got a fat #ss I’ma hit it some more
If your n#gg# start trippin’ just tell him you grown
They don’t like how I wake up and get to the dough
They don’t like how I open my mouth and it glow
Boy I got my foot on they neck like a bow
That lil [?] that I got probably never gon’ grow
That lil trap that you got probably never gon’ roll
That lil strap you been havin’ ain’t never been blown
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