I hate sayin’ this type of shit to us (Sayin’ what?) I hate sayin’ that we be lookin’ like a bitch because (Nigga, what?) I keep sayin’ that we might need go kick a door or somethin’ (I said no) I keep tellin’ you just ’cause we get money don’t need nothin’ I keep tellin’ you the same shit, nigga (What you said?) I can give a fuck about who gun bigger (My gun bigger) I can give a fuck who don’t like who long as my son richer Nobody around, I’m the only one gon’ shoot, better go get some niggas Nigga, that make two of us and I’m the only one I trust Nigga must think you Superman, them seven shots ain’t teach you nothin’ Yo, what you sayin’? Nigga, you ain’t call no blitz ever since that— stunt And you ain’t even catch him, somebody else had did it And so what? Nigga, you ain’t even do shit neither Shit, I had wanted to do it, you wanted to be a rapper Yeah, you let lil’ bruh catch you loafin’, I had wanted to smoke him You said I can’t do that shit in the open And you can’t, the fuck you smokin’? You ain’t gon’ fuck this up, we chosen Wait until we one step closest Nigga, you know my background pokin’ You let that rap shit change your focus Nigga, I’m focused, I’ma let this money stack up Uh, nigga won’t talk shit then They think he ain’t got no backup He got hit, heard he got back up I don’t give a fuck, that shit don’t matter Ayy, bitch-ass nigga want Drake status Keep on takin’ me off the block Pussy-ass nigga, you keep on sayin’ let security hold the Glock Yeah, you like that Carti so much, pussy, you must don’t want your watch Keep tryna get us locked up, watch Nigga know this street shit all I got You know these chopsticks all I know And them Percocets took my girlfriend’s spot And you finna have to let all that shit go Nigga, I’m gettin’ serious with you How you gon’ get your money if you can’t go? Nigga, fuck that money, know 4 not broke Nigga, fuck you, nigga, I want some more You ain’t livin’ like none of this shit you sayin’ But that’s what I got you for They say you a gangster, right? Hate when we talk, you like a ho Still get the business done, you just act like shit so cool Tryna pop out and make friends, ‘member we used to rob ’em too? Nigga keep on sayin’ we robbed them folks, nigga, you know that was you That ain’t got shit to do with the CEO, I was makin’ business moves Pussy, this hard as my tape, pussy, it’s my time of year too You need me when you outside, won’t let nobody near you Fuck that, nigga, I got security Just gotta make sure a nigga gon’ shoot The ones you have not labeled, pussy That ain’t got shit to do with you Fuck you mean, it don’t? It do Ain’t usin’ your fuckin’ brain, it’s cool Explain A nigga say somethin’ to you, that mean he sayin’ somethin’ to me too Okay? And I’m gon’ wanna shoot You can’t Can’t tell me what to do I can, nigga, I will, nigga, I’m doin’ it, do what you gon’ do You must got this shit confused Tryna get in my way, you lose I ain’t got shit to prove Nigga, my opps dead and yours is too Act like you can’t get opps that’s new I’m somewhere niggas can’t come to You act like you ain’t no regular nigga I ain’t, that’s what I’m tryna tell you I know you shellshocked, bitch, but everybody ain’t no enemy Uh, niggas tryna get money with us Whenever we do, niggas start to envy me I done gave niggas all the sympathy Uh, that’s true, but the win right ’round the corner Nigga, let me come ’round the corner with the Drac’ Nigga, you come ’round the corner with a hundred That’s what I got you for, I take shit and wrap shit up You rap ’bout it and take us up Act like you ain’t been legit before Nigga, you wan’ be a criminal, how you expect to win? I been winnin’ so far That’s the bare minimum, nigga, I’m talkin’ M’s Nigga always talkin’ that money shit, what ’bout respect? Respect the M’s I get that car, respect the rims I’m in New York, respect the Timbs Just talkin’ dumb shit Where my haters at? I can’t even see ’em (True) Hold up, I’ll be right back, that money call again
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