Top say, "Fuck these niggas all in the industry" Bitch-ass niggas be cliquin' up and thinkin' they gon' finish me Bitch, I take these millions and get at you it ain't no gettin' at me Bitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy don't say shit to me Talked to Drake 'cross FaceTime, he wasn't feelin' me Told me that he fuck with Durk, damn that shit gettin' to me Told me that he like the shit I'm doin' but can't do shit with me So when we cross our ways fuck what you say, bitch, you my enemy J a ho, that nigga played it cold like he was gon' do a feature So I texted his line, a muscle sign I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you Pussy niggas tryna close the door Bitch, you ain't heard back from Baton Rouge to that Nola, yeah, we cutthroat And we hate hoes, and bitch, I'm soldiered down Might play you close, but don't fuck around I just tried to pull that act off with them boys out that Atlanta town, hol' on Tats all on my sleeve, at night can't sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streets Bitch, you ain't never had to kill at just eighteen you don't compare to me And never ever up in life, we couldn't compete You want to jump in beef and none of y'all wanna bang it out with YB We kill security first and then you get your head bust inside the street We probably burn a shirt, across it it'll be your face across that tee
Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me Gotta tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on" Gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me At night, my wife pray with me these niggas ain't stainin' me I say, "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone" And I know when the rain pours it could be me or either of them that's gone
So I'm ready, nigga, with these millions gettin' at you bitch niggas You don't deserve it anyway you ain't out that dirty anyway, so fuck you, nigga Tryna bring me pain, I ain't do no ho shit in this game Like I ain't a man, nigga what the fuck y'all niggas sayin'? Like I don't bust brains Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot Bitch, play with me, half of y'all ain't got more money than me, bitch, I've been stackin' I done did more time than more time you niggas spent inside the trenches Ever had a nigga beat your mama and now that you're older, time to kill 'em? Or put your dirty clothes inside the pillow case? You pussy nigga Singers puttin' tattoos across they face fuck wrong with these niggas? Usin' hood niggas for to grow your face, bitch I see that, nigga Nigga, you a trick, and that's how you know you'll never be known in the trenches Tryna think of somethin' else, just for to say "I hate you niggas" Nigga, bring your bold-ass to Salt Lake you a gangster, nigga Go ask J. Prince, I'll kill your daddy bitch I ain't worried, nigga I got Stunna with me and, bitch I got a fee, that's to get money with me That hitter came way from New Orleans that split him in them apartments So Mr. Rap-Boy, shit like that what got me as a target Don't forget it, I paid them young niggas Word 'round, they claimin' they gon' kill me I birthed you young niggas and, bitch I'm bound to kill an infant
Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me Gotta tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on" Gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me At night, my wife pray with me these niggas ain't stainin' me I say, "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone" And I know when the rain pours it could be me or either of them that's gone
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Compositores: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (Youngboy Never Broke Again) (PRS), Michael Roberge (BMI)Editores: Artist Publishing Global, Big Thirty Eight MusicECAD verificado obra #40907182 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM