Bad News

I just got a bad phone call, bad news Isolate myself and headin' to the back room Just to let some steam off, I got a write If I stay around all these niggas in this bitch, then I'ma fight I done fought so many times in one week, I didn't write I been staying up late night thinking 'bout life I really wanna buy you anything that you like But do you like me or is it the fame you like? I had a bad phone call I heard that my nigga done got roped off, what's the word? Yeah, you saying that you ridin', and it sound like you do But I know you ain't ridin', you be lying like you do I know what's up with you, know I'm that nigga in the streets You wanted me stuck with you I had a plan B and C, that's a couple two And if B don't work then I'm going straight to C And if C don't work, then I'm dropping straight B Was trying to stop switching route, I had to retie Fuck nigga, your rap gang already need to retie Including you, I had so many niggas trying to reach out They ain't fuck with me but now they on they knees now, haha Why these rap niggas so funny to me? Remember I was the underdog but now they underneath me Ain't nobody give me shit but a cold shoulder If I wasn't who I was today, I would have froze though And these bitches ain't gon' rock they ain't go no mode Hotboii you should've just listened to what your bros told you Yeah, I know I see the ways as I grow older I like my bitches hot as me push it with no odor Hotboii you got that float boy And you know all these niggas gon' bite, you already know boy It's a whole lot of piranhas in the O boy And if this rap shit don't work then I'm on dope boy I been thinkin' 'bout my future, and it's been lookin bright Facetime me that pussy, what it looking like? If you was ridin' past a nigga you'd be trippin' right Baby girl that cut me deep with a butcher knife Look left then right before you cross a nigga up They gon' let this rap shit come and boss a nigga up Hope that pussy ain't too tight with me then I'ma need some more Lil' green bitch, I don't know how I bless you with the sun You asleep, I was in the booth for round two some You would think I got ADHD, I'm always doing some But I wasn't doing nothin', countin' money while I'm doin' her She know I'm a dog to beat a bone and a I'ma chew it up (yeah) Label me abusive, 'cause I beat the clock too Right before the buzzer bullets fly, shall I drop two? Why I gotta go hard? 'Cause I'm not you I got to Baby, if you hang around the thots, you a thot too I like to be chopped, screwed Just so I can feel it out your mind, but I don't chat, boo She just wanna kick it, hold me down Had her holdin' up, but she couldn't wait a minute That's the same bitch, when I was hittin' it, I was stayin' in it (stayin' in it) Ho, I got you litty (got you litty, yeah) Don't ever forget it (don't ever forget it) Everything happen for a reason (it do) I'ma ball out four season