Lyrics

24 on the beat Give a fuck if he can rap, I don't fuck with rats We can't even do a slap for hundred racks What you're telling to that bitch, she gon' run it back Nerd niggas think they're hard on the fucking app I don't fuck with groupie hoes 'cause they get attached I ain't dissing niggas back if it ain't a match Stop speaking on my name if it ain't a fact And y'all been riding dick, boy, you niggas fags Done doing verse lists cause my shit priceless Need a copper on my shit so they quit biting I'm a grown ass man, I don't hit minors If you tryna ride the dick, then show me yo' license Niggas really hitting hoes that ain't even driving I talk shit and make sense, I'm just rhyming Threw some ice in the watch 'cause I'm big timing Heard you finna quit rapping, quit crying Fraud niggas still lying but I can't buy it Freaky niggas eating ass, no, I ain't trying Niggas running out the mouth, bitches I'm spying I can hit any bitch if she like diamonds Cash speak for itself, I ain't gotta talk When you got four whips, you ain't gotta walk Bitch, I'm signed to myself, I ain't gotta drop Niggas signed for a chain, shit gotta stop I can't take you to the crib, but I got a spot She ain't tryna let me fuck then she getting blocked Only keep the other WAP, hoes getting swapped When it's beef I'm a eat, I ain't tryna squash Black forces on my feet, ain't no white flaggin' Everything I drop a hit, like Mike Jackson Even if a bitch a ten, still might pass it Then my dougie, nigga I don't even like dancing I don't even like dancing, but I love strippers Cut you off like some hair, nigga no clippers Let her suck me on cam make me cum quicker She try to put me on her snap, told her no pictures I just got a lil' change, I ain't no different I could never leave my bros, nigga no limit Quit claiming you a demon, you a whole Christian Broke nigga tryna folk, told him go fix it
Writer(s): Michael Sherman, Mekhyl Jamal Erby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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