(Yea)
(Yea)
(Ybx)
I got some sh to say
And I’m gon say it
(Yea)
Murder was the case that they gave me
To all the bihs hating
{BLEEP} you face it
The reason that you hate me
Is because I’m practically famous
And you still live up on daddy’s acres
Or is it because I’m gettin all this paper
Valentino Gucci Versace and some gator
Patek Nautilus Rolly Daydate yea
But ima keep you nameless
Bih we can really go
I can bring some lasers
I can bring some tasers
I’ll round my goons up
Get my hooligans yea
We can go outside and scrap
Whatchu think I keep inside $2,400
Louis Bag
Bih I keep a strap
I didn’t forget my origin i came from the back
Jus cause I flex and I rap
Don’t mean I won’t hesitate to get you whacked
Bih you kinda wack
Bih You spreadin rumors
But let me say some facts
Bih You just a has-been
Bih you ghost
Bih you from the past
Don’t make me run up wit my hooligans
Bih im back in school again
Hangin wit bad bihs in the groups again
The dudes gettin jealous
Cause hoes act like Cupid when
I come around even when I’m up on my stupid sh
So don’t act so clueless when
You find out yo Ho and I
Have been just a little more than friends
This that ice cream paint job
Mini Cooper paid off
Bihs like hey I know you
Bih you ain’t even up on my radar
Like who the hell is Taylor
And no I don’t know Mary K
But I know Mary Jane
And some AR’s
Yea we go way back
Before this all started
Before I got some racks
And these hoes got jets chartered
Out to Bora Bora Tahiti Rarotonga
Before the G wagons
Rolls trucks and Range Rovers
All about my green like a 4 leaf
Clover
Knock the dudes pins out like
Im world champion bowler
These hoes get more immature
But numbers gettin older
Light your lawn on fire
I’m feenin for the smoke
Smolder
Rollin up bills dawg
Like I’m makin bolders
Rollin wit a drill dawg
Like im war soldier
I don’t feel for no one
My hearts just getting colder
But your getting warmer
To my tipping point
Then it’s all over
Don’t make me run up wit my hooligans
Bih im back in school again
Hangin wit bad bihs in the groups again
The dudes gettin jealous
Cause hoes act like Cupid when
I come around even when I’m up on my stupid sh
So don’t act so clueless when
You find out yo Ho and I
Have been just a little more than friends
Don’t make me run up wit my hooligans
Don’t make me run up wit my hooligans
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