Yeah, Will, you gettin’ nasty with them b#tches
Ooh, yeah
I got used to this (I got used to this)
Been doing it for some years, I ain’t new to this (No, I ain’t new to this)
All my b#tches bad, they love me, don’t know who to pick (Don’t know who to choose)
n#gg#s mad that I’m winning, they know who they is (They know who they is)
I had to cut some n#gg#s off, they wasn’t livin’ right (They wasn’t livin’ right)
I had to cover a couple b#tches, you can’t spend the night (Uh, uh-uh)
Knowing damn well my b#tch find out then it’s a fight (It’s over)
I’ma buy a whole gallon just don’t drink my Sprite (Don’t drink my lean)
I can buy a whole bag and go roll my own (Roll my own)
I ain’t trippin’ ’bout the law, no I can hold my own (Solid)
n#gg#s talkin’ real crazy on my telephone (f#ck up)
n#gg# ain’t gon’ stand for nothing, he be tellin’ hoes (Facts), mm
I done lost money (Money)
Lost dope
Still ain’t lost hope (Nah)
Real life b#tches, how life of a boss go (Boss)
n#gg#s pose for pictures, but look crazy in that chalk though
b#tches suck you dry, and when it’s over they gon’ call you broke
I got used to this (I got used to this)
Been doing it for some years, I ain’t new to this (No, I ain’t new to this)
All my b#tches bad, they love me, don’t know who to pick (Don’t know who to pick)
n#gg#s mad that I’m winning, they know who they is (They know who they is), yeah, ayy
f#ck the other side, free the guys
Read between the lines
f#ck what they be doin’ on the ‘Gram, just stay on yo’ grind
So much work in here, I hear a car, I get in them blinds (Blinds)
n#gg#s think it’s sweet then come and try it (Right)
Gotta keep a heat stick right beside me (On me)
Twenty, all dubs, man it’s hard to hide it (Ha)
Got it in the center console while a n#gg# ridin’ (When I’m ridin’)
If the ticket low enough, n#gg# I’ma buy it (I want it)
I done served the game, from the best of them (Best of ’em)
Shit, we done probably served all the rest up (All the rest)
n#gg#, I get it in for real, my confession (My)
You ever seen a whole brick of dope, my complexion?
Big boy business, shut the f#ck up, don’t get in it
Lil’ cause with me, nut the f#ck up, he a gremlin
I just call ’em Curry when he pull up, clip extended
I’m immune to it ’cause I grew up, in the trenches (Yeah)
If she sleep in the trap then that b#tch official (Oh that’s my baby)
If I ride with the scale then it ain’t no issue (Yeah)
n#gg#, you can weigh it up and serve yourself
I’ll need a ride to the ‘Hound before I need some help (I’ll go back)
I got used to this (I got used to this)
Been doing it for some years, I ain’t new to this (I ain’t new to this)
All my b#tches bad, they love me, don’t know who to pick (Don’t know who to pick)
n#gg#s mad that I’m winning, they know who they is (They know who they is), yeah, ayy
n#gg#s mad that I’m winning, they know who they is (They know who they is)
Got another one, Will
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