[Intro] These niggas These niggas Niggas ain't good for you Know that
[Verse] Imagine I never got a deal You met me on the block, first thing I said to you, "I got the pills" Niggas dumb hard in they raps, meet 'em they not as real I did the Reeboks, had to see how Balenciaga feel Got my young bitch a flight, we in Vegas watchin' "A Time To Kill" Lay up under his car just to let him know that this drama real Bags comin' in every way, honestly, I'm just tryna chill Work like a slave, whips and these chains as I survive the field I done came a long way from trappin' graveyard shift Before I copped the crib, I told momma I'ma pay y'all rent We was cool broke, I guess we lived and made y'all sick It's not a rhyme that I would ever spit gon' make y'all rich I never though nothing could happen that would make dogs switch For steak and lobster, we gotta prosper, we take all risks Oh, you bought Rollies for your niggas? Don't make us take y'all wrists Rapper's food, I tell my niggas, "Go head, take y'all pick" Not in the mood, but if it's women, go head, take y'all pic Get rich and it's legal, think 'bout what we can make off hits Not leavin' me off Bad and Boujiee, I'm on Takeoff's shit Won't pay no attention, they breath stinkin', they just talk shit Even Shooter rappin' now, we 'bout to get more rich I miss the flaggin' with my fashion, now I see more crips These pull-ups got my back sore, wake up and hit more dips Ds constantly askin' questions, but we ain't saw shit Caught him uptown, 7th or 8th, 145th Head on the ground You dyin' you move one more inch The Henny got him, he throwin' up, he take one more sip Hit one more lick, they owe us, let's take one more trip I be goin' hard, I need a day to rest Scooped yo' bitch up by the bar, we 'bout to make a mess Foreign car in traffic, you blink, I made a left I let off all of these ratchets 'til ain't no haters left Got so much love for the ghetto, some nights it made me stressed If school was the streets, these niggas be scared to take a test Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want the AP next In the trap, I dealt with straight cash, but now I take a check (count it out) I be goin' hard, I need a day to rest (I'm going hard) Scooped yo' bitch up by the bar, we 'bout make a mess Foreign car in traffic, you blink, I made a left I let off all these ratchets 'til ain't a haters left Got too much love for the ghetto, some nights it made me stress If school was the streets, these niggas be scared to take a test Bust down the Patek Philippe and I want the AP next I know it's killing them to show love, these niggas hate a threatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
